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DOGS OF ALL NATIONS. 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 



BY 



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Copyright, 1903, by Conrad J. Miller. 



(All Rights Reserved.) 



NEW YORK : 

J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY, 

57 Rose Street. 



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INTRODUCTION. 

This collection of stories and doggerel grew naturally 
out of a child's demand for more, and still more stories 
about dogs. 

Forced to go outside his own range of facts and imagina- 
tion for material to satisfy this small person's insatiable 
desire for "something you never told me before/' the 
writer was surprised to find how many people are ready 
to vouch for the truth of remarkable stories about dogs. 
He saw, moreover, that the honesty and fidelity of dogs 
could be used to "point a moral and adorn a tale," cal- 
culated to instill kindness into the heart, without arous- 
ing the usual indignant protest against the story with 
a moral attached. 

Beginning with an audience of one, he soon found that 
other children of bigger growth, were just as interested 
in the doings of dogs as she, which is his reason for pub- 
lishing these tales, as they were first told, on the spur 
of the moment, in prose and rhyme. 



CONTENTS. 



i. 

ii. 

in. 

IV. 

v. 

VI. 
VII. 

VIII. 

IX. 

X. 

XI. 
XII. 

XIII. 

XIV. 

XV. 

XVI. 

XVII. 

XVIII. 



XIX. 

XX. 

XXI. 

XXII. 

XXIII. 



PAGE 

Introduction ix 

Dog Rights 11 

Barry 12 

Grey Friar's Bobby 17 

Grace 19 

Two St. Bernard Heroes 23 

Queeds 25 

Faithful Ned 28 

Pathetic Story of a Shepherd Dog 31 

Shadrack 33 

The Animal Kingdom from the Bible Stand- 
point 38 

Hobb 40 

Haya, an Irish Setter, Dies of a Broken 

Heart 42 

The Dog that Tried to Talk 44 

Trogan 44 

Tim 47 

The Dane and His Brutal Master 49 

Pere 51 

Story of a Bloodhound, on the Track of 
an Escaping Slave, During the Time of 

Slavery in America 52 

Brutality of the Sportsman 57 

Musical Dog Named '"Mozart" 58 

Lazarus — Dives — and the Dog 60 

Suicide of Romulus, a Dog 62 

Reno 65 

Tarno and Jyp 66 



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CHAPTER 

XXIV. 

XXV. 

XXVI. 

XXVII. 

XXVIII. 

XXIX. 

XXX. 

XXXI. 

XXXII. 

XXXIII. 

XXXIV. 

XXXV. 

XXXVI 

XXXVII. 

XXXVIII 
XXXIX 



XL. 
XLI. 

XLII. 

XLIII. 

XLIV. 

XLV. 

XLVI. 

XLVII. 

XLVIII. 

XLIX. 

L. 

LI. 

LI. 

LIII. 

LIV. 

LV. 

LVI. 

LVII. 

LVIII. 



CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Jealousy of Dogs 68 

Pedro 69 

Queen Victoria's Favorite Dog 71 

The Greyhound 72 

Lord Byron's Dog — "Boatswain". 73 

Sir Walter Scott and His Dogs 75 

The Dogs of Wordsworth 77 

"Flush" 78 

Prince Bismarck 80 

Mr. Gladstone's Favorite Dog 81 

John Randolph, "His Dogs" 82 

Sir Henry Irving's Terrier, "Fuzzy" 82 

Condemned Indian's Faithful Dog 84 

Story of a Merchant's Dog's Unchanging 

Fidelity 86 

Intelligence and Faithfulness of Dogs 89 

Kind Treatment Tames Wild Beasts 91 

The Man Who Would not Kill a Living 

Thing but a Reptile 92 

"Barco," the Great 92 

Joan, Faithful Dog, Watched by Dead 

Body of His Master for Three Days 96 

A Dog Gave Up Its Life to Save Its Master 

from Drowning 98 

American Dogs 99 

Each Dog Has His Day 101 

Dogs of Different Lands 102 

German Dog 103 

The Mexican Dog 103 

The Dogs of Greece 103 

Russian Dog 104 

The Turkish Dog 104 

French Dog 105 

Netherland Dog 106 

Swiss Dogs 106 

The Irish Dog 108 

Chinese Canine 109 

The Hebrew Dog 110 

The Polish Peddler Dog Ill 

Dogs of Large Cities 113 



CHAPTER 

LiX. 

LX. 

LXI. 

LXII. 

LXIII. 

LXIV. 

LXV. 

LXVI. 

LXVII. 

LXVIIL 

LXIX. 

LXX. 

LXXI. 

LXXII. 

LXXIII. 

LXIV. 

LXXV. 

LXXVI. 

LXXVII. 

LXXVIII. 

LXXIX. 

LXXX. 

LXXXI. 

LXXXIL 
LXXXIII. 
LXXXIV 

LXXXV. 



LXXXVI. 
LXXXVII. 



LXXXVIII. 

LXXXIX. 

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CONTENTS. vii 

PAGE 

The Congressional Canine 115 

Miscellaneous 115 

Scrupulously Honest 119 

Short Stories of Intelligent Dogs 120 

The Paper and Magazine Dog. Quill 121 

Wirk 122 

Jumbo and Dot 124 

The Boot and Slipper Dog. Lambkin 125 

Roan 126 

Rox 136 

Alpine Hound 139 

Stories of One Hundred Dogs. Interesting, 

Funny and Queer 140 

Dog Saved a Puppy from Drowning 150 

Snowball 152 

Paris Police Dog. Seine 157 

Fairy Dogs Have a Dance 159 

Dogs May Come and Dogs May Go, but 

Speed Goes on Forever 160 

Paul and Yorkes 164 

Katherine and Her Doggies 165 

Rhymes 167 

Danny 173 

Ely 175 

The Story of Noble Watch 177 

Watch's Full-dress Reception 187 

Kaiser 191 

Rosemont 192 

Hap 193 

Caesar, North Carolina Dog, Takes Up a 

Collection in a Colored Church that He 

Attended with His Master 195 

Tab 198 

Story of Pester. Pester Invites Dogs to His 

House — Locks the D©or and Plays 

Tricks on Them 201 

Nile, a Shepherd Dog 206 

Gala Peter 208 

Snail Shot 209 



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XCIII. 
XCIV. 

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XCVI. 

XCVII. 

XCVIII. 

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CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Trial of Dogs for Stealing Chickens from 

Farmer Beal 210 

Little Jimmy 213 

Tower and Castle 214 

Grey Fox Terrier and a White Persian Cat. 214 

Bruno 216 

Rover . ■ 221 

Vex 224 

Beautiful 225 

Hospital for Dogs 227 

Wampy, Wampy! 231 

Oleander, the Flower Dog 234 

Story of Towser and Little Frances 237 

Snip 230 

Bright Moon 242 




v '* 



DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

IN PROSE AND RHYME. 



i. 

DOG EIGHTS. 

When we respect the rights of our animal friends 
We have taken a step towards making amends, 
For wrongs they have borne in all ages and lands 
From civilized as well as from savage hands. 
They are dnmb creatures and cannot tell 
When they suffer pain or on sorrows dwell, 



12 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

We should study their natures so we could know 
How to relieve their wants and banish their foes, 
And for their rights all be of one mind 
For the same God who made them, fashioned mankind. 

We shall never know till the Judgment Day, 

That dogs haven't souls and do not pray. 

What creature, man, or beast has more faithfulness shown ? 

History of all ages does not tell us of one. 

When we think of the dogs that have suffered cruel woes 

We envy not the ones who inflicted the blows, 

For a reckoning day is coming and heaven will not be home 

To mean, brutal natures ; they will elsewhere have to roam. 



II. 
BARRY. 



In the National Museum at Berne, 

Is a dog as he looked in his prime; 
From him a great lesson we learn, 

They tell it in prose and in rhyme: 
What gives him eternal renown, 

Is a story that lives for all time — 
He saved forty lives that illumine his crown, 

And leaves a memory forever sublime. 

Following is a picture of the noblest and most 
illustrious dog of which history has made any record. 
He belonged to the Hospice on the great St. Bernard moun- 
tain in Switzerland, and his occupation was to search for 
lost mountain climbers, which he did with fidelity and 
courage. For twelve years his life was devoted to facing 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 



13 



blinding snowstorms, climbing up mountain steeps, ven- 
turing along dangerous precipices and across treacherous 
glaciers, and as a result of his untiring work for unfortu- 
nate men he has to his credit the saving of more than forty 
lives. 

Perhaps all of the readers of this book are not familiar 
with the object of the Hospice on the St. Bernard. It 
was established hundreds of years ago for the purpose of 
giving shelter, food, and medical treatment to unfortu- 




nate travellers who lose their bearings or meet with misfor- 
tune such as mountain climbers are liable to experience. 
All persons, without regard to religion or nationality, are 
hospitably received and cared for, no charge being made 
— one can give what he wishes, or nothing; but nearly 
everyone who is entertained there drops something when 
leaving, into a box placed at the door. 

The dogs belonging to the Hospice are taught to search 
the mountains for lost ones, and when tourists have lost 



14 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

their way or been caught in a snowstorm or perhaps fallen 
down a precipice or been carried down by sliding glaciers, 
these dogs are sent out to hunt for the men, and they seek 
high and low for them. The dogs carry a little barrel and 
blankets, of which mention will be made in other chapters. 
Of all the dogs that have belonged to the St. Bernard 
Institution, none have achieved so much fame as Barry. 
It is said of him, when a snowstorm came up, he displayed 
the greatest anxiety, seeming to know that if there were 
any men in the mountains, search must be made for them, 
as they were in danger of losing their lives, and he would 
start off immediately and run all night, or until he found 
them, returning sometimes in such an exhausted condition 
as to fall over fainting. 

After twelve years of labor for humanity, he died, caus- 
ing deep sorrow among the noble band of monks with 
whom Barry was associated in a labor of love. Those 
having charge of the Hospice of St. Bernard decided to 
perpetuate the faithful dog's memory in some way that 
he would not soon be forgotten. They gave his body into 
the hands of a taxidermist to use his best skill to preserve 
him. This was done so well that he looks just as he did 
in life, and they wished him placed in the National Muse- 
um of Switzerland, where he could be seen for generations 
to come. There in Berne, the capital of the Swiss con- 
federation, in the Museum, in a glass case, is Barry, to be 
seen by everyone who visits the Museum. He has the ap- 
pearance of a creature of great humility and simplicity— ^a 
trait that belongs to large souls. 

What a beautiful spirit animated the self-sacrificing men 
in wishing a dumb brute immortalized; not caring about 
monuments for themselves, or what posterity might think 
of them. 

They published a sketch of Barry's career, which we re- 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 15 

produce, just as it was printed nearly a hundred years ago. 

Barry was born in 1800 and died in 1814. 

As the writer stood at the glass ease in the museum at 
Berne, thinking of the marvellous intelligence of this extra- 
ordinary animal, his high and noble instincts, a gentleman 
standing near, also contemplating the virtues of the won- 
derful dog, remarked. "What an expressive physiognomy ! 
Splendid creature ! I lift my hat to his memory, a thing I 
wouldn't do at the Tomb of Xapoleon, whose genius and 
powers were employed in destroying human life, while the 
dog's whole existence was devoted to saving life/ 5 

Since the above was written, the writer heard the fol- 
lowing story, one of Barry's most creditable achievements. 

He found a child ten years old lying in the snow under 
the influence of the fatal sleep that precedes death. The 
dog warmed the child with its breath and roused it from 
sleep by licking it. This much accomplished, Barry by 
lying down at its side gave the child an obvious invitation 
to get on and ride. The child did so, and was carried by 
Barry to the Hospice. 

In further remembrance of their faithful friend, it is 
the custom of the monks of the Hospice to always name 
one of their dogs "Barry." 

SKETCH OF BAEBY. 

On the highest point of the Mountain Pass that leaves 
Martigny in the Valley of the Rhone across the Great Ber- 
nard into Italy — there stands in a dreary solitude, shut in 
by wild rugged mountains covered with eternal snow, the 
most elevated dwelling place in the Old World — the Hos- 
pice of St. Bernard. Ten or twelve monks reside here in 
the midst of the most complete wilderness, where winter 
reigns eight or nine months, where the thermometer marks 



16 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

during January and February 20° or 22° below zero, 
and where even during the hottest summer days, the 
water is frozen every morning — one enjoys scarcely twenty 
pleasant bright days during the year. These monks do not 
pass their lives in useless meditations, but devote them- 
selves entirely to suffering mankind. Without the help of 
these worthy men that fulfil the duties of their order with 
praiseworthy devotion, the road across these wild moun- 
tains could not be used more than two months, and only 
during the hot summer days, and few travellers would es- 
cape the awful dangers encountered on the way. The 
Hospice offers to everyone a refuge, with kindly help and 
care. 

The brave monks are especially busy in winter time, 
when they go forth to seek and rescue the lost wanderer. 
Thundering avalanches, deep snowdrifts, dense fogs and 
tempests do not hinder them from going in all directions 
and using every means of finding the lost ones. Every 
year many lives are saved through their endeavors. 

Specially trained dogs accompany the monks, or are sent 
out alone to search for those in danger. So soon as the 
dog has found the traces of a lost wanderer, he returns to 
his master and makes him understand his discovery by 
every possible form of excitement, running backwards and 
forwards and showing him the w T ay to the half frozen body. 
Very often the dogs carry a basket tied to their necks with 
food and strengthening cordial, and the exhausted traveller 
is able to refresh himself and follow the dog to the Hospice 
— such a dog was Barry. Twelve long years was he ably 
and faithfully devoted to his calling; he alone saved more 
than forty lives. His zeal was extraordinary. So soon as 
the sky was darkened with clouds, and the fogs arose from 
the valleys, and the terrible snowstorm drew near, nothing 
could keep him back. He would run to the most danger- 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 17 

ous part of the road, trying to find those in need of help, 
and if the effort was beyond his strength he bounded back 
to fetch assistance. When this noble and faithful animal 
became old and helpless, the worthy Prior sent it to Berne, 
requesting that the dog should be stuffed after his death 
and exhibited in the museum. The tender hearted man 
wrote: "It is pleasant to me and a consolation to know 
that this faithful dog who saved so many lives should not 
be soon forgotten after his death." 



III. 
GREY FRIARS' BOBBY. 

When visiting the fine old city of Edinburgh all lovers 
of dogs will find their way to Grey Friars' churchyard, 
where, just outside the gate, a drinking fountain stands 
as a memorial of canine devotion and fidelity. The foun- 
tain is surmounted by the statue of a little dog, and the 
inscription below tells who he was and why he is worthy 
to be long remembered. 

The story of Grey Friars' Bobby is this: One day a 
pauper's funeral took place at Grey Friars' churchyard. 
The poor man's only mourner was a little dog, who in- 
sisted on closely following the coffin. When the funeral 
was over, the dog curled himself down on the grave and 
passed the night there. He continued to do this night 
after night, wandering about the neighborhood in the 
daytime. The people in the vicinity began to notice him, 
and, feeling a natural pity for the poor lonely little ani- 
mal, one or another would give him food, and gradually 
Grey Friars' Bobby, as they began to call him, became 



18 



DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 



a favorite in the neighborhood. His new friends, how- 
ever, conld never coax him to spend the night in their 
houses, no matter how cold or how rainy the weather 




(and we all know how much it can rain in Edinburgh). 
As night came on he would creep to his master's grave 
and take his rest on the spot of earth most dear to him. 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 19 

Some years after a law was made that all the dogs in 
Edinburgh were to be licensed, and a sad day it was for the 
dog without any master to pay his tax. As Grey Friars' 
Bobby had no owner who would pay for him, he must 
pay the forfeit with his life. No, the faithful little dog 
was not so to perish. The Lord Provost of Edinburgh 
having heard the story of his remarkable fidelity, sent 
him a leather collar with a metal band with these words: 
"Grey Friars 7 Bobby, from the Lord Provost. Licensed 
forever." 

So he continued to live in the neighborhood in safety 
with his perpetual license around his neck. It was thir- 
teen years after his master's death before his faithful little 
heart ceased to beat, and every night had been spent upon 
that master's grave. 

He was buried in the churchyard and blossoming plants 
mark his grave. By applying to the sexton one may 
still be shown the worn leather collar with its interesting 
inscription. It was the Baroness Burdett Coutts who 
caused the memorial fountain to be erected to Grey 
Friars' Bobby. 



IV. 

GEACE. 



'Twas on one of Switzerland's high mountains, 

That five tourists spent a night; 
They had climbed its rugged wall, and the summit gleamed 
inl sight, 
When a snowstorm, fierce and furious, covered path and 
left no trace — 
But a mountain white, and a wide, wide space. 



20 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

The Tourists slept in a bed of snow, 
And waited the coming of the morning glow. 

When looking far down near the mountain base, 
They saw approaching the good dog Grace. 

He was blazing his way up the Alpine steep, 
Sometimes he'd jump, and at other times creep ; 

He was fetching blankets to protect them from storm, 
And a barrel of cordial to make them warm. 




In the month of June, not many years ago, five men 
started up one of the high mountains in Switzerland. 
They consumed about six hours in reaching nearly to the 
top, and just as the last rocky ridge was climbed over, a 
violent snowstorm began and soon the path they used 
was lost in the snow, and it was impossible for them to 
start down the mountain, as there was nothing to guide 
them. Scaling the mountain was difficult under the most 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 21 

favorable conditions. There were many very narrow ledges 
where they had to creep along, and where one false step 
would have meant death. Here they were and here they 
must remain until the storm ceased. Xight came on, the 
storm continued, the snow fell fast. They had only brought 
a luncheon, a> they expected to return for dinner to the 
hotel from which they started in the morning. The food 
was eaten and it was already dark. Then, wrapping 
themselves up in the rugs they took with them for an 
emergency, they laid down in a bed of snow, not knowing 
what the morning would bring forth. 

The hotel had a dog educated to search for lost moun- 
tain climbers, and early in the morning he was sent out 
to hunt for the men who did not return as they were ex- 
pected to do the night before. The dog's name was Grace ; 
it was given him because he had been the saving grace of 
many who would have perished in snowdrifts or who had 
lost their bearings. As it did not snow in the valley or 
at the base of the mountains, he could easily trace the 
men to the trail they climbed. He started up just as the 
sun flashed its first rays upon the mountain, majestic in 
its mantle of ermine. The dog carried a little barrel con- 
taining cordial or Benedictine, which would warm the 
men. It was fastened to a collar about his neck; besides 
blankets were fastened round his body for their use. The 
men were on their feet with the first streaks of morning 
light, although nearly frozen stiff and almost starved. 
They were paid for the discomforts endured in the sublime 
sight of the sunrise. The scene was grand and incompar- 
able. Looking down in the direction by which they as- 
cended, they saw Grace working his way up the mountain 
side. The barrel and the blankets changed his form so 
much that it was hard to tell what it was. The men were 
cheered, because they believed it meant relief for them. 



n DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

They watched the old dog as he was slowly making the 
ascent of the stone wall with its savage-looking crags 
and dangerous ledges ; sometimes he would be lost to view 
when creeping behind a giant rock or through a cavern. 
When he disappeared the men would watch his reappear- 
ance with breathless anxiety, and when they saw his old 
head coming up like the story in mythology of Venus 
rising out of the sea, their joy and enthusiasm was great, 
and the mountain top rang with their cheers and exclama- 
tions of happiness for the good fortune of being rescued. 

While they were waiting for their deliverer, though cold 
and hungry, they were well paid by the magnificent and 
thrilling scene of the dumb animal risking its life to bring 
them succor, marking by its tracks through the snow a 
path by which they could descend the mountain in 
safety, and the marvellous panorama in every direction, 
the imposing sight of towering peaks in dazzling white- 
ness and mountains crimsoned by the beams of the rising 
sun, while stretched out in the valley below were groves 
of fir trees and grassy meadows. 

When the hero Grace arrived at the summit, the men 
with tears in their eyes hugged and caressed him, stroked 
and patted him. When he had rested a while, they all 
started down the mountain, following the path he ascended, 
and after a hard and wearisome journey they reached the 
point from which they started. 

Before they separated it was resolved to erect a monu- 
ment over the dog's grave when he no longer climbs moun- 
tains in search of the lost, with the inscription upon it, 
"Saved by Grace," with the names of the five tourists saved. 

They requested the owner of the grand old dog to 
notify them when his death occurred, and' they would 
immediately arrange for the stone commemorating his 
noble deed in saving their lives. 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 



23 




TWO ST. BEENAED HEROES. 

Eacing down the mountain to the valley of the Ehone, 
To tell him that his brother was in an arctic zone, 
And to save him from a worse than horrible fate, 
He would have to come very quickly, or it would be too 
late. 



This is one of the most interesting and beautiful stories 
of dog intelligence that has ever been recorded in the 
annals of time to the credit of man's truest friend among 
all of God's dumb creatures, the dog. The writer spent a 
portion of the summer of 1900 very near where this thrill- 
ing and heroic act occurred. 

On both sides of the Ehone Valley, in Switzerland, 
which begins at the upper end of Lake Geneva and ex- 
tends eastward a hundred miles or more, are mountains 



24 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

from » few thousand to more than ten thousand feet high. 
Upon the mountains are hotels and resorts for sum- 
mer life. The air is cool and bracing and healthful to a 
high degree. By the last of September most everyone has 
departed, and a solitary man is left to guard a hotel all 
winter. The snow that begins to fall in October does not 
melt until the next spring. The man left to take care 
of the house! and outbuildings has nothing to do but 
shovel the snow from the roofs of the buildings, as the 
weight of all the snow falling upon the roofs during 
the winter would be heavier than the timbers supporting 
a roof could bear. The man left in charge of one of the 
hotels had thrown the snow off one side of the roof to 
the edge. Night coming on, he went down to shovel the 
snow away from the side of the house so he could get 
about, when all at once a mountain of snow fell upon him 
and buried him beneath it. Having rained during the 
day, the snow was very heavy, and he was held against 
the house as if in a vise. He had two great St. Bernard 
dogs, his only companions for the winter. When they 
saw his awful predicament they went to him and pawed 
and scratched away at the snow, but all they could do was 
to get his head clear so he could breathe. 

Finding that it would be impossible to extricate their 
master, they started off through the deep snow for the 
valley, five miles distant to the home of a brother of the 
snowbound man. When they reached the brother's house 
they jumped against the door and barked, their tongues 
hanging out from exhaustion, the result of their terrible 
race down the mountains and through the deep snow. 
When the door was opened the dogs were recognized as 
the brother's dogs, and were bid to enter, thinking the 
brother was coming, and they had just run ahead of him. 
They would not enter the house, . but immediately 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 25 

started towards the mountain, barking and looking back to 
see if the brother was coming. It was all so sudden he 
thought a moment and made up his mind there must be 
something wrong up the mountain. His brother might 
be on his way to the valley, and had perhaps met with an ac- 
cident of some kind. He started off at once after the 
dogs. When they saw him following them they ran back 
and jumped about him and did all manner of things to 
show how glad they were for his coming to the rescue of 
their master, and when they came near enough for the 
imprisoned man to hear them they began barking as loud 
as they could to let him know they would soon be with 
him. They reached the frozen man just in time to save 
his life. 

When the snowbound man recovered his strength and 
speech, he told his experience while being held against the 
wall; how the dogs pawed and scratched at the snow to 
get it away from his head, and how careful they were not to 
scratch him. Xo human being could have worked more 
faithfully to extricate him. The man knew when they 
started off for his brother that they were going after 
assistance. 



VI. 

QUEEDS. 

A grand old dog was Queeds, 

He of the Alpine heights. 
His life was full of deeds 

As his memory was of sights. 
His years were spent for man 

In search for the travellers lost, 
And always in the van, 

Xo matter what the cost. 



26 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

He climbed to mountain peaks 
And crawled into chasms dark, 

With never a thought of rest to seek 
Until victory crowned his bark. 



In no other country in the world have dogs won such 
everlasting fame as the St. Bernard dogs of Switzerland. 
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drink and blankets to lost travellers on the snowcapped 
mountains and gorges. When tourists go on excursions to 
the mountains and do not return at the time set for their 
coming back, dogs are sent on their trail and hunt as in- 
telligently for them as human beings can, and they reach 
places where men could not go. The manner in which 
they carry food and blankets is described m another 
chapter, 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 27 

The following story was told by a gentleman who, with 
his guide, owe their lives to the heroic action of Queeds, 
whose picture and name head this chapter. The gentle- 
man, with his guide, started on a Monday morning to ex- 
plore one of the mountains that make up the group which 
lie like sleeping giants about the great Mont Blanc. After 
climbing steep places and going from crag to crag till 
nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, often making very 
poor headway, they reached a ledge overlooking a deep 
chasm. Stepping to the edge, which looked like 
solid rock covered with snow, they stepped too far, and 
both went down. But falling on snow they were not hurt. 
Gathering themselves together, they looked about to see 
how they could get back to the place from which they fell. 
There seemed nothing but perpendicular walls, and how 
could they extricate themselves and keep from starvation 
and death ? Perish they must, unless someone came and 
heard their voices and saw them down in the chasm. 
Hour after hour passed and night was hovering near, with 
no prospect of relief and only food enough to last for 
the day and a possibility of snowdrifts sweeping down 
upon them during the night. The situation was anything 
but cheerful. They yelled at the top of their voices until 
exhausted. When night settled over the dark vault- 
like place they were almost in despair. However, the night 
passed and when the first glimpse of light appeared their 
spirits rose. They felt that in some way their not return- 
ing from the point from which they started a search would 
be made for them. This was done early in the morning 
by a guide and the dog Queeds. The little barrel with 
drink to warm the men, if found, was fastened to Queeds 7 
neck, and soon they were on their way. Knowing the direc- 
tion they took, it was not difficult to get on their trail, and 
before noon Queeds had reached the spot where they fell, 



28 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

in advance of the guide. Looking down, he saw the men, 
and immediately began a furious bark, making the gorge 
echo with sounds of his voice. This gave the men heart. 
They knew their awful position would become known and 
relief be given. The guide heard Queeds' bark, and in a 
short time arrived at the place and with a rope pulled the 
unfortunate men up. 



VII. 

FAITHFUL NED. 

Faithful Ned, the serious, as true as a granite rock. 
He was born in the Mohawk Valley and came of purest 

stock. 
His carriage was that of a monarch with a head like the 

head of a sage. 
He was greatest among the great and would have been so 

in any age. 

Faithful Ned had a master who met with a terrible 
accident when eight years old. He was run over by an 
electric tram and lost his right leg. He ran around a corner, 
reaching the middle of the track, just in front of an ap- 
proaching car. The car was so near that it could not 
be stopped in time to avert the accident. The boy's name 
was Ferry Morton. He had been warned to stop at cor- 
ners before crossing, to see if there was a car near. When 
the misfortune occurred, Ned was with Ferry and barked 
at the car when he saw his young master running into 
danger, but Ferry did not heed Ned's barking or perhaps 
did not realize what it meant. Ferry's misfortune com- 



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pelled him to stay in the house for many months, and 
when the stump of his leg healed enough so he could 
leave his bed, crutches were procured for him, and in a 
little while he could get along as well as others who have 
only one leg. When Ferry went out Xed never left him. If 
Ferry accidentally dropped a crutch, Xed would pick it up 
and hold it as high as he could so Ferry would not have 




to stoop to grasp it. Sometimes Ferry would be near a 
car when Xed would growl and bark at the car in a way 
to show how he hated it, because one had run down his 
master and maimed him for life. If Ferry was going 
in the direction of a car, Xed would get in front of him 
and stand like a wall to keep him from going on. Xed 
was a large dog. Often Ferry would rest his right hand 
upon his back and removing his crutch lean his weight 
on Xed for support. This always pleased Xed. He 
would wag his tail and blink his eyes most joyfully. 



30 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

This sad affliction that befell Ferry should be a lesson 
to all boys. They should look ahead always, and be sure 
there are no cars coming when crossing a street. More 
accidents and sorrow have come to mankind through care- 
lessness than anything else in human experience. The 
word think should be. imbedded deep in the minds of every 
boy and girl. It would save them from endless troubles. 

Ned was a dog who thought. Many of his acts prove 
it. One day Ferry was walking along a country road and 
saw a. beetle lying on its back and trying to get on its 
feet. Ned saw it first, stopped and began barking to 
arrest Ferry's attention. He moved the beetle with his paw 
first to one side, then to the other, until he got the beetle 
on his feet. Ferry then took it and carried it to a field 
by the roadside where it would be out of danger of be- 
ing crushed by horses' feet, or run over by the wheels of 
vehicles. What could be finer in dog nature or human 
nature than this act? It was a great kindness to a living 
creature placed on the earth for some purpose. If the 
beetle could have spoken it would have thanked Ned for 
being so good. 

Ned was a St. Bernard, black, white and yellow. He had 
a black spot on white on his left side, the shape of a 
four-leaf clover, and one on his back, the shape of an 
oak leaf; the middle of his tail was white to the extent 
of six inches. At a distance his tail looked as if discon- 
nected, giving him a very odd appearance. He was a dog 
of much dignity, and his movements were those of a crea- 
ture of high character. He was never known to go about 
with his head down and tail between his legs, like dogs 
of a mongrel type and common breed. 



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VIII. 

PATHETIC STORY OF A SHEPHERD DOG. 

The story of a faithful dog that will live longer than 

bronze or stone. 
He saved the life of a shepherd lad at the sacrifice of his 

own. 



A young shepherd-boy, fourteen years of age, was in the 
habit of taking his master's sheep to graze, and return- 
ing with them in the evening. The boy accompanied by 
his dog went out during all kinds of weather. The 
last time he went out with the flock, a heavy frost 
lay upon the earth and snow was falling, and the boy and 
his charge did not return in the evenin°f. His master 



32 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

thought that the young shepherd lad had taken shelter 
with his flock somewhere, and wonld return the next day. 
The snow continued to fall and the boy did not return. 
Search was made and after a long walk over hill and 
vale, they came upon the flock. The hoy was lying under 
a hedge almost frozen to death. The dog was moaning 
piteously and licking and warming his face and hands 
most frantically, and the sheep had gathered in ~a 
corner and were looking on in utter amazement. It 
is said that when the searching party arrived, the shepherd 
dog was almost frantic with ]oj. It barked, it leaped 
and capered round the lad with a joy that only dogs are 
capable of showing. The poor boy was carried home, where 
it was found that his feet were so badly frost-bitten, that 
they had to be amputated. When the men started for 
home with the boy, the dog rallied the sheep and started 
with them for its master's home, and when they were safely 
inside of the sheepfold, he was so exhausted from the 
strain he had passed through and the anxiety over the 
sheep-tender, that fell at the very entrance to the fold, 
and died in the performance of his duty. 



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IX. 
SHADRACK. 

THE STORY OF SHADRACK FROAt THE TIAIE HE WAS A PUPPY. 

Shadrack was a hero, and honored by all men, 

For leading his drunken master away from the liqnor den. 

In a village in England lived a man by the name of 
John Bog. Had the name been John Hog, it would have 
suited his nature better, for he was a drunkard, and would 
lie in the gutter just like a hog. One day he left his 
house and went to a strip of woods in the outskirts of the 
village. He lay down under a tree and drank a bottle 
of whiskey which he took from his pocket. He was in 
the shade, and it was comfortable and pleasant. 

Turning his face upward towards the sky. he went to 



34 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

sleep. In a little while the earth, in the course of its 
daily journey, brought the sleeper into the sunlight, and 
it shone full in his face. It was mid-summer, and very 
hot; but he lay there, unconscious of the heat and of 
the whiskey which oozed from his pores like the sweat from 
those of a galley-slave. A lost puppy crawled to his face, 
touched his cheek with the tip of his nose and drew back 
from fear. The man did not stir, and doggie again 
touched him. This time the contact was agreeable. As 
there was no resistance, he inhaled the fumes of liquor 
that oozed from Bog's pores. It was a delight. He 
rubbed his nose over the face, licked the perspiration that 
was drawn out by the burning rays of the sun, and in a 
little while he felt very much as Bogs did. He became 
drowsy, and said to himself, "I will lie down here; it is 
so delightful." Pie laid his nose against the man's cheek, 
stretched one fore-leg across his forehead and the other 
across his neck, leaving the nose and mouth free for 
breathing. When he was settled in this position they 
formed a picture of contented companionship. Bog's 
face was soft from drink and hot from the sun. To lie 
upon it was Paradise to doggie ; he looked as if he would 
like to rest there and never be disturbed. The branches 
of overhanging trees, the singing of the birds, the hazy 
atmosphere over the marshlands in the distance, all com- 
bined to make the picture one of peculiar interest — a 
subject for a painter. Passers-by noticed this touch of 
human and animal contentment and smiled. 

When John Bog awoke, after hours of stupOr anr*. sleep, 
he felt something against his face which he tried *o brush 
away. Opening his eyes, he saw what it was, and, pick- 
ing up his stick, struck the puppy that had licked and 
caressed him. Bog then got up, staggered towards the 
village and home. It was evening; the sun had gone 



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down behind the western hills; and when he reached 
home it was dark. When he awoke next morning he 
was sober, and his experience with the little dog had gone 
from his thought. He opened the door and there stood 
the same roly-poly puppy wagging his stumpy tail and 
looking up into his face with an appealing expression. 
Doggie has formed an attachment for John Bog and 
craved his recognition, even though he had been a vic- 
tim of his blows. Bog thought a moment, and decided 
it was the same little dog he found lying against his face 
the previous day while he was in a drunken stupor. 
He said to himself, "Because of my degrading habits, I 
have no friends among my fellow-men ; and as this puppy 
seems to be without a home, I will make a friend of him 
and let him stay here." So he brought him food and 
milk. How doggie did eat, and how thankful he was! 
He showed his delight in all manner of dog ways. He 
had forgotten the cruelty of his new master, as dogs 
have a way of doing. Ill treat a dog as you may, and 
he will love you still. It is a remarkable trait of dog- 
nature. The puppy had reddish-brown hair, large loppy 
ears, and beautiful liquid eyes, expressing great amiabil- 
ity. He had in his composition what would make friends 
for him among those who had no special love for dogs, 
and to persons fond of dogs he was attractive in the ex- 
treme. 

When the puppy was a little older his master named 
him Shadrack. There was no reason, that anyone knew, 
why his master should call him by this name. From the 
morning John Bog saw him at his door they were con- 
stant companions. When Bog was sober he treated 
Shadrack well enough, but when intoxicated the evil in 
his nature controlled his actions and made them cruel. 
At such times he would hit a dumb brute of any species 



36 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

from pure viciousness, not because it was in his way or 
had done anything to interfere with his comfort. 

On a Sunday when people were returning from church, 
John Bog was drunk and became very boisterous, for 
which offense he was arrested and sent to prison for thirty 
days. This was a great trial for Shadrack. To be de- 
prived of his master's companionship was almost too much 
for him to bear. When the officer took him to the prison 
and opened the door and led him in, Shadrack wished to 
go in, but the door was closed against him. Poor Shad- 
rack could not understand why he should be denied the 
privilege of being with his master. Shadrack waited out- 
side for him till night came on. He then began to moan 
and howl, which he kept up until morning. The prison 
keeper did all manner of things to drive him away, but 
could not. He would make a move towards him as if 
he intended striking him. Shadrack would leave the door, 
but the moment the keeper left the door, Shadrack would 
return and look in the keyhole to see if he could get a 
glimpse of his beastly master. The keeper was touched 
by such devotion to an unworthy object, and during Bog's 
imprisonment fed him regularly every day. When Bog 
had served about three-quarters of his sentence, the keeper 
tied a rope around Shadrack's neck and led him into 
the cell where his master was, and the two had a love 
feast for a half-hour. Bog was overjoyed at seeing his 
dog and Shadrack could hardly restrain himself from 
biting his master, out of pure pleasure at seeing the crea^ 
ture who meant so much to him. 

Not far from Bog's house there was a liquor saloon, 
where he went nearly every morning to get his bottle filled. 
When Shadrack was a year old, he seemed to have stud- 
ied his master's habits, and to have intelligence enough 



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to know that when his master went there and got his 
bottle filled he always got drunk, and that this never 
failed to make him very cruel and bad. Shadrack also 
noticed the days on which his master was not drunk. 
He was much kinder and more companionable. So one 
day when Bog started for the saloon, Shadrack walked 
at his side, and when they reached the place he caught 
hold, of his master's trousers and held him back, so that 
he could not get that which made him a fiend while 
under its influence. John Bog tried to loosen the dog'c 
grasp. He kicked Shadrack, but could not drive him 
off. Presently some of Bog's neighbors came along and 
saw the man and the dog pulling in different directions, 
and they learned that Shadrack was trying to keep his 
master from entering the liquor saloon. They reasoned 
with Bog, and tried to shame him, saying they had done 
all they could to turn him from his evil course, and 
now even his dog, who could not talk, was trying to res- 
cue him by force. They argued that he ought to be guided 
by his dog, whose animal instincts, even, protested against 
the drinking habit. There could be no doubt about its 
sinfulness and terrible consequences. 

John Bog had, like most human beings, a spark of the 
best in the human nature, which, if touched at the right 
time, changes a devil into an angel. He made up his 
mind to fight the appetite for drink, and permitted Shad- 
rack to lead him away from the liquor den, where he had 
squandered a, fortune and spent many hours and days 
in idleness and dissipation. 

This act of Shadrack's adds another laurel wreath to 
the many that have crowned the heads of noble dogs, 
whose acts are as imperishable as the deeds of martyrs. 



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X. 



THE ANIMAL KINGDOM FROM THE BIBLE 
STANDPOINT. 

In Holy Writ it is made clear that every living creature, 
from man to the smallest insect, has the Creator's thought 
and care. 

In the beginning of the Mosiac Law He commands 
that the seventh day, the Sabbath of the Lord, be kept 
as a day of rest, not for the master and his household 
only, but for his servants, and the ox, and the ass, and 
the cattle. (Deut.) In the same: Thou shalt not muz- 
zle the ox when he treadeth out the corn.__^ 

In Gen.: He brought the animals unto Adam to see 
what he would call them. Also in Gen.: God remem- 
bered Noah and the cattle which was with him in the 
ark. 

In Jonah : Where the animals joined with men in prayer, 
crying unto the Almighty to save Nineveh from destruc- 
tion, God said, "Should not I spare Nineveh, that great 
city in which are more than six score thousand persons 
and much cattle ?" 

The pledge of the rainbow was a covenant not between 
God and man but himself and every living creature of 
all flesh. 

All the beasts of the forest are mine and so are the 
cattle upon a thousand hills. 

, I know all the fowls upon the mountains, and the 
wild beasts of the fields are in my sight; these all wait 
upon thee, that thou mayest give them their meat in 
due season. 



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What could be more touching and sublime in the 
whole universe of God than this from the Psalms of 
David. He giveth to the beast his food and to the young 
ravens which cry. It is almost beyond the grasp of finite 
man to comprehend the great, eternal God, before whom 
angels cast their crowns in adoration, and who holds the 
sea in the hollow of His hand and guides the planets, bend- 
ing His ear to the cry of a hungry raven and bringing 
it food. And how He took notice and rebuked the man 
who had dealt unjust blows to his beast: "Why hast 
thou smitten thine ass these three times?" 

In Isaiah it is written that in some future existence 
the wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall 
lie down with the kid, and the calf and the young lion, 
and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them, 
and the cow and the bear shall feed. Their young ones 
shall lie down, together, and the lion shall eat straw 
like an ox. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my 
holy mountain. 

All through the Bible is manifest the Fatherly care 
that God bestows upon all His creatures, and His con- 
demnation of cruelties of every kind whether it be re- 
fined torture or coarse brutality. 

The Bible contains many sayings as to the faithful- 
ness, intelligence and gratitude of animals, in compar- 
ison with these qualities in man to his disadvantage. 
The ox knoweth his owner and the ass his masters crib, 
but my people doth not know, Israel doth not consider. 
(Isaiah.) 

What a scene at the great Judgment Day, when beasts 
of burden bearing the welts of cruel blows, stand ar- 
rayed against their brutal masters as witnesses. It may 
be, they will, like Balaam's ass, be given the power of speech 
to tell of the wrongs they endured. What a spectacle! 



40 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

One great bellowing, of millions of ill-used crea- 
tures, going up in one vast volume against their 
inhuman torturers, and what will be the verdict from a 
just tribunal? 




XL 

HOBB. 

Hobb may grow old in years, but his deeds fade not. 
His life was true and faithful, without a blemish or a spot. 

The incidents of this chapter were furnished the writer 
by the owner of the faithful Hobb. Such faithfulness 
belongs to a noble nature — far above the animal king- 
dom. One day when the gentleman's family were in 
the country and he the only occupant of his city house, 
he was at his desk. It was in the morning. He was en- 



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gaged in looking over his mail and writing letters, when 
Hobb showed his affection for his master by nib- 
bing his head against his right arm, interfering with 
his writing. His master ordered him to get under the 
desk and stay there until he was told to leave. One of 
the letters contained information that required him to go 
out of the city to a neighboring town, and the business 
would keep him there until the next evening. Not hav- 
ing much time to spare in reaching the station for the 
train he wished to take, he left the house in a hurry 
without a thought of the dog, and it never occurred to 
him that Hobb would follow his order to stay under 
the desk until he was told to leave it. The dog could 
have wandered all over the house, as the doors connecting 
the rooms with halls were open. He could have gone 
into the kitchen, where there was meat in a dish on the 
floor for him. 

The gentleman thought of Hobb the day after he had 
left the house, in connection with the dog's food. He 
remembered there was meat for him, although hardly 
enough to last two days. He felt a little conscience- 
stricken that he hadn't provided him with more. 

His first thought when he reached his entrance was 
Hobb, and he was greatly surprised not to find him at 
the door to receive him, as was his usual custom; and 
before going upstairs, he went to the kitchen, and, to his 
astonishment, he found the meat untouched, no sign of 
Hobb being about. He was afraid that Hobb had got- 
ten out of the house or had been stolen or killed. Go- 
ing upstairs to his desk he found the dog with watery 
eyes just where he was when he left the room the day 
before. He looked as if he had spent the two days weep* 
ing, and as if he had not moved a muscle from the posi- 
tion he was in, when his master left him. The gentle- 



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DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 



man was deeply grieved for his thoughtlessness in go- 
ing away without proper thought for the dog in his absence. 
How many human beings would have shown such obedience 
under similar circumstances? 




XII. 



HAYA, AN IRISH SETTEE, DIES OF A BROKEN 
HEART. 

Haya's end was tragic and sad, for he died of a broken 

heart. 
It wasn't the blows of the heartless man, but neglect 

that sent the. dart. 



The following story was told the writer by one having 
full knowledge of the circumstances. A gentleman who 
was going to Europe on an extended visit sold a splendid 
specimen of the setter breed. 

This was the first fine dog the new owner ever pos- 
sessed, and he was not acquainted with their habits, and 



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the proper training to give them. So he took advice from 
anyone who offered it as to the course he should pur- 
sue with the setter. He was told by one of his associates 
that if an Irish setter didn't do what he was ordered 
to do, a severe whipping was the only thing that would 
make an impression on him, and that he never had to 
be punished but once for the same offense. One day 
the setter did something for which his master thought 
he deserved a whipping, and he beat the poor, defense- 
less dog unmercifully. 

Those who are familiar with the sensitive nature of 
this breed of dogs, know how the setter must have suf- 
fered from humiliation, to say nothing of the pain inflicted. 
But the blow that killed this beautiful, high-bred dog 
was his master leaving him, without patting him good- 
bye, as he was accustomed to do when going away. Haya 
could stand the beating, but for his master, whom he loved 
notwithstanding his cruel treatment, to leave home for 
a week, ignoring him, and fondling a little terrier of no 
consequence, in his presence, was more than he could bear. 

This brutal master thought that in' addition to the 
cruel beating he had given the dog, he would punish him 
still further by neglect. Though sore of body from his 
master's blows, he was sick at heart, to be left alone with- 
out a good-bye or pat on the head. Haya did not do 
what a mongrel dog would have done — push himself 
between the terrier and his master. As his heartless mas- 
ter drove away and was passing out of Haya's sight, he 
stood on the veranda of the house and watched him until 
he could be seen no more, and for days he stood or sat 
on his haunches, gazing in the direction his master went, 
with the look of a despairing soul, declining most of the 
food that was offered him. 

One morning, before his master returned, when the serv- 



44 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

ant went upon the veranda to sweep it, she found 
the beautiful and faithful dog stretched out on the floor 
dead, with his face towards the street, as if his last breath 
were a plea for recognition from his master on his 
return. 



XIII. 

THE DOG THAT TKIED TO TALK. 

A gentleman owned a dog that always grumbled and 
growled when the writer called on his master, who, when 
inquiry was made why the dog always did this, explained 
that it was not a growl at all, but the dog's effort to bid 
him welcome. 



Another dog would push the chairs in their places when 
disarranged about a room, and opened the door when his 
master and mistress became old and feeble. They fas- 
tened a string to a crank that took the place of a knob, 
and by pulling the string, it drew back the latch, and 
the door opened: when callers entered, he would close the 
door by pushing it with his paws, and it seemed to please 
his greatly, to have the privilege and pleasure of doing 
these things for the old people. They called him "Handy." 



XIV. 

TEOGAN. 

Trogan was a' soldier dog and with his master went to war. 
For his courage and devotion he soon was winner of a star. 

Trogan was the name of a war dog who went with 
his master to the great Civil War, through which the 



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country passed from eighteen hundred and sixty-one 
to sixty-five. Trogan' s master was a colonel. He did not 
want to take Trogan with him, but he could not drive 
him away from the regiment. In a little while he be- 
came very useful to his master. Sometimes he would 
hold the bridle rein of his horse when his master had 
occasion to get off. He would also watch the tent, so 
that nothing belonging to his master would disappear, 
through stragglers following the army. Trogan would go 




up to his master in the morning when the bugle sounded 
for everybody to rise, and bark if he did not wake in- 
stantly. He seemed to take the greatest delight in seeing 
the soldiers drill, and when they were on dress parades 
with all of their accoutrements polished, he was extremely 
happy, and watched them as if he understood what it all 
meant. 

"When the regiment was sufficiently drilled to be 



46 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

competent soldiers they were ordered to the front, and in 
a short time they were with the army, that had become 
engaged in a great battle with the enemy. This was Tro- 
gan's first experience nnder fire. Some of the soldiers 
thought when the firing began he might run off from 
fright, but they were mistaken. He remained with his mas- 
ter from first to last. He would run towards the enemy 
and bark, and then run back to the regiment and for- 
ward again, as if he were trying to imbue the soldiers 
with courage to do their duty and win immortal glory. 
Towards evening of the first day his master received a 
wound and fell from his horse. Poor Trogan was terribly 
excited and in great distress over the misfortune of his 
master. He would rub his nose over the wound every chance 
he got and show his great affection for him in all conceiv- 
able ways. In a short time his master recovered from 
his wound and again joined the regiment, and imme- 
diately was engaged in another fierce battle. The enemy 
were defeated, our army following them in hot pursuit 
and many were taken prisoners, so Trogan decided to 
overtake and capture one himself. He started on a run, 
jumping over fences and stumps. As he bounded over a 
log he landed on a wounded rebel. Trogan stopped and 
began to bark and make a great noise, jumping in the 
air as high as he could, and then he would pull at his 
prisoner as if he wanted to take him to the rear. The 
rebel could not escape. Trogan was in high glee, when the 
soldiers cheered and yelled with delight. He was promoted 
to be a colonel, and just for fun, they put him on a horse, 
and fastened the prisoner's sword to his side. Nobody en- 
joyed this more than Trogan and his prisoner. The cap- 
tured were kept together and marched along with our army 
for several days. Trogan would go to the camp where our 
prisoners were several times a day, and look up his prisoner, 



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who was carried in a wagon, as he was wounded and could 
not walk. The rebel became very much attached to his 
captor and would give Trogan some of his food and when 
they separated for good it was with many regrets on both 
sides. The prisoner patted Trogan on the head and stroked 
his neck and back, and Trogan rubbed his head on the 
rebel's legs and barked a sort of parting salute. This 
ends the chapter of Trogan's experience in war. It shows 
that he was true to his duty, reliable and patriotic, was 
loved by friends and enemies, and when he died he was 
buried with the honors of a soldier. 



XV. 

TIM. 



"Tim," the dog of Paddington Station, 

Is always on hand to receive donations: 

He collects for the poor among his two-legged friends, 

Is extremely polite and never offends. 

The following illustration represents King Edward 
dropping coins in a box fastened to a collar about the dog's 
neck. 

The name of the dog is "Tim." He belongs to an offi- 
cial connected with thie Great Western E ail way. The 
funds collected by the industrious Tim go to the support 
of widows and orphans, whose husbands and fathers were 
laborers in the employ' of thej railway company. Tim 
seems to appreciate his occupation. He looks pleased when 
he hears the money jingle, as it drops into the box. 
His face wears an expression of great benevolence and ami- 
ability. 



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DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 



Note. — Since writing the above sketch of Tim's career, a 
notice of his death has gone over the wires, and he will 
be seen no more, going about the station, collecting funds 
amongst the passengers, for the widows and orphans. 
But the officials of this great railway have ordered that his 
skin shall be stuffed, and made to look as it did in 
life, and his effigy placed at tho entrance of the 




station with the box at the neck, where he will continue 
Ihis labor of love, though he can no longer express his 
thanks in blinks and by the wag of his tail when the 
coins drop into the box. His work will thus go on, like 
the noble deeds of a good man that are remembered and 
emulated by generations, long after he has gone to his re- 
ward. 



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XVI. 



THE DANE AND HIS BRUTAL MASTER. 

A brutal master was he who tried to kill a Dane, 

By taking him in a boat and throwing him in the Seine. 



A gentleman who lived in a villa outside Paris, disposed 
of it, to go into the city, where he took an apartment in 
which there was no room for his great Dane. One of 
his neighbors offered to take the dog and care for him. The 
Dane breed of dogs are large and require a great deal 
of food, and after a time, this dog's new master begrudged 



50 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

the food he ate, so decided to get rid of him by drown- 
ing. 

He took the dog out in a boat, with a heavy stone tied 
to his neck, and when in the middle of the river, he 
pushed the stone over into the water and the dog with 
it, but the string broke and the dog swam towards the 
boat which had floated away a little distance. When the 
dog came near enough the human creature struck him 
with an oar, cutting his head, making the blood spurt 
and mingle with the water about him. The blow, however, 
had not the effect the heartless man intended, of killing the 
dog, and he struck at him again — but being some dis- 
tance off, he leaned out too far and lost his balance, fall- 
ing into the water, and the boat floated away. The man, 
not being a swimmer, would have drowned but for the 
noble brute, who turned about and swam to him (although 
bleeding from his master's cruel blows). Inserting his 
teeth in the clothing at the back of his neck and hold- 
ing his head out of the water, he then made for the boat, 
into which the man climbed, and his life was thus saved. 
The dumb creature practiced the golden rule, and ex- 
hibited a spirit of forgiveness and love that is seldom 
shown in the lives of the best of men. 

The magnanimous act of the dog produced a change 
in the heart of the man. He kept his rescuer for the 
rest of his life, and treated him with the kindness he 
deserved for saving his life under circumstances that proved 
the exalted and forgiving nature of the dumb animal. 

Acts like this ought to promote in the minds and hearts 
of mankind such qualities as will prompt them to show 
kindness to dogs and all animal creatures ever after- 
wards, if they haven't shown them humane treatment be- 
fore. It is never too late to begin doing good. 



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XVII. 



PERE. 

Pere was a dog with a taste for colors bright ; 
Anything that wasn't he wished kept out of sight. 

Pere was a dog with an eye for the beautiful in nature 
or art. Brilliant colors were to him a feast, whether it 
was in a garden flower or in a painted picture or in dress. 
When his mistress put on a new dress of subdued colors 
he would act offended and displeased, and show his dis- 
pleasure by not noticing the garment and turning his 
back towards his mistress when she would pass her hands 
over the folds of the dress and ask him how he liked 
it. But when she put on a dress that had bright colors 
he would jump up and bark and put his paws against 



52 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

the dress and stroke it, and when his mistress would 
gather some of the folds and make them rustle, it seemed 
to delight him greatly. If she wore a hat trimmed 
with red poppies, as she sometimes did, his pleasure knew 
no bounds. One day his mistress took Pere to the store 
when she was going to buy a dress. She would look at dif- 
ferent materials and colors, and put several kinds side 
by side and then point towards them, asking Pere which 
he liked best, and he would always look at the cloth or 
silk, whichever it was, that was brightest. He had a sun- 
shiny nature and everything that was cheerful and light 
appealed to him. 



XVIII. 



STOEY OF A BLOODHOUND, ON THE TEACK OF 

AN ESCAPING SLAVE, DUEING THE TIME 

OF SLAVEEY IN AMEEICA. 

"Think thou, then, 
What cities flame, what hosts unsepulchered 
Pollute the passing wind, when raging power 
Drives on his bloodhounds to the chase of man; 

— Southey. 

When the bloodhound reached the hiding slave, 
He was kneeling in prayers to One who could save — 
The savage brute for a moment glared, 
Then wagged his tail and mildly stared. 

A negro boy not entirely black and possessing more 
intelligence than the average negro, with correct ideas 
of right and wrong, and a character of high standard 
for one in his condition, is the subject of this most thrill- 



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ing and interesting story. The slave's name was Jackson. 
When about seventeen years old he had given much thought 
to his condition and that of his race in America. He felt 
in his soul that human slavery was wrong, whether in his 
native land or elsewhere. 

He decided, however, to remain and work faithfully 
for his master until twenty-one years old, and then to 
endeavor to make his escape into Canada, beneath whose 
skies men are free. 

When the time arrived, he watched his opportunity 




to break for liberty. He started from the old planta- 
tion one evening, just after the darkness had set- 
tled upon it. The negroes had gone to their quarters 
for the night; old Tom, who always sang a song or two 
before turning in, began the familiar tune, "Way Down 
Upon the Suwanee Eiver."' This old song Jackson loved 
best of all. Jackson had left the yard and closed the 
gate behind him, with his face towards the Xorth, to be- 
gin his journey for freedom, when the first notes of the 
song rang out upon the soft Southern air; he stopped 
to hear it, tears trickled from his eyes and moistened 



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the earth at his feet. He knew that if he was not over- 
taken and brought hack it would be the last time he 
should ever hear his old companion in slavery sing, and 
with the last lingering notes of the old negro's voice — 
a voice of exquisite melody — falling upon his ear, and the 
faint strains of the banjo impressing itself upon his 
memory, he bade adieu to the place that had held him in 
bondage for twenty-one years. He soon reached a point 
where he could see the lights in the old mansion for the 
last time. He turned about, and for a moment fixed his 
eyes upon it, not with any bitterness or hard feelings 
towards his master, for he knew that the institution of 
(Slavery was an inheritance, and with the last gaze upon 
the house that sheltered his master and his family in 
his heart, he wished them well. 

Jackson's absence was not known until the next morn- 
ing. When his master was informed that he could not 
be found, he did not believe the slave was running away, 
for Jackson was one of the best he ever owned; but not 
returning by the following morning, he made up his 
mind that he was attempting to reach freel soil. He, 
therefore, procured a bloodhound to find his trail and 
run him down. 

The poor slave by this time had a good start, and 
it was nearly three days before the hound got on his 
scent. The direction he took was along by the Dismal 
Swamp, in Florida. He went into hiding during the day, 
and walked as fast as his legs could carry him at night. 
His first two days in the swamp were passed in resting 
and reading his finger-marked and worn Bible, for he 
was a Christian slave. He was congratulating himself 
on meeting with no obstacles, so far — no one question- 
ing him as to his destination, or whom he belonged to, etc. 
When on{ the evening of the third day, he heard the 



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metallic-like bark of the bloodhound in the distance, he 
knew that in a short time he would be upon him. The 
spot where he was in hiding was dismal in the extreme, 
the density of the gloom was cavern-like, the stillness 
like the stillness of death. It had the appearance of a 
region that had never been trod by the foot of man, the 
trees standing so close together, the branches twisting 
-and interlacing each other, and spreading out, and the 
young trees, of a few years' growth, with the underbrush 
and the thick foliage, making it impossible to see the 
smallest streak in the blue heavens above him. The si- 
lence was unbroken by a single sound save the hiss of 
the reptile and the croak of the bullfrog. Hark ! he 
hears the crashing of underbrush as if a wild beast were 
tearing through the jungle, only a little way off. The 
poor slave kneels and prays to the same God who pro- 
tected Daniel in the lions' den and the Hebrew children 
in the fiery furnace. The savage brute, the very incarna- 
tion of ferocity, bounds towards him, but stops suddenly 
when! near enough to almost touch him. The brute 
seemed dazed — not a muscle moved — his head and body 
in the attitude of springing upon his victim. The poor 
hunted slave, from looking upward in the act of implor- 
ing the Great Eternal, fixed his gaze upon the savage 
dog, and in a moment the bloodhound seemed transfixed 
as if turned into stone, his ferocious nature suddenly 
transformed, and a gleam of amiability coming over 
his countenance; in another moment he is blinking 
and wagging his tail in a most friendly manner. The 
praying slave continued his penetrating gaze into the 
eyes of the brute until he had him completely under 
his control. He encouraged the dog to come closer. The 
dog responded by drawing himself inch by inch towards 
his would-be victim. He offered him food. The dog now 



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pulled himself close enough to take the food, and near 
enough for the slave to lay his black hand upon his head 
and stroke and caress it. This pleased the brute greatly, 
and in turn he playfully leaned his head against the slave's 
knee. Presently he pricks his ears, looks alert, and glances 
in the direction he came, and at once starts off. He acted 
as if he heard some one approaching; the slave compre- 
hending the dog's meaning, followed him. The dog takes 
a different course from the one by which he came, in 
order to avoid meeting the slaves, master or overseer, who, 
no doubt, were following in the wake of the bloodhound's 
barking in search of the runaway. The now friendly 
dog led him out of the morass and jungle into the turn- 
pike road, and together they journeyed over the hills 
and mountains of North Carolina and through the his- 
toric valleys of Virginia, where the very air once vibrated 
with the words of Patrick Henry — "Give me liberty or 
give me death" and the declaration of Thomas Jeffer- 
son, "That all men are born free and equal and entitled 
to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." 

From Virginia they passed into Pennsylvania. On reach- 
ing the soil hallowed by the ashes of William Penn, the 
slave stopped at the house of a Quaker, and asked permis- 
sion to sleep in his barn. The Quaker looked him over and 
made up his mind that his caller was a runaway slave, 
and said to him, "Is thee from the South?" The slave 
hesitated in giving an answer, when the Quaker remarked, 
"Thee need have no fear to tell me, for no harm will 
come to thee while under my roof." The slave then told 
him the history of his life — how he worked faithfully 
until he was of age — how he was sold away from his 
mother when very young and would not know her if 
she stood before him. His father, he never knew. The 
Quaker, always sympathizing with the oppressed slave, 



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went among a few of his neighbors and raised enough 
money with which to buy a ticket for the slave and 
transportation for the now gentle bloodhound, to carry 
them to the bank of the Niagara River, where he could 
cross over into Canada and enjoy the freedom he de- 
sired. The now freeman kept the dog while he lived 
in grateful recognition of his assistance in making his 
©scape. 



BRUTALITY OF THE SPORTSMAN. 

The wanton cruelties perpetrated upon innocent, harm- 
less animals by the sportsman must be classed the most 
brutal. To see men made in the image of their Maker 
set savage hounds upon a hare, fox or stag and run 
it down, standing by and enjoying seeing the 
dogs tear and mangle, is one of the strange features of 
life. Men engaging in such barbarities must be callous 
to every sense of justice, sympathy and the finer feelings 
of human nature. What pleasure can be derived from such 
scenes is beyond the comprehension of the just and gen- 
erous. But what can be expected of the lower strata and 
the vicious, while the rulers of empires and the presidents 
of republics and those in the higher grades of the social 
scale are most prominent in these horrible sports? 

No good reason has ever been given or can be given 
that permits a human being to inflict pain or give sorrow 
to the meanest creature that lives, unless in self-defense 
or for the security and protection of mankind. But when 
it is only for self-gratification or amusement, it cannot 
be less than a crime. What could be more diabolical than 
the shooting of birds that have been reared for the pur- 
pose, setting them at liberty in flocks, and as they fly 
away, firing into them, killing some, while hundreds drop 
with crippled legs and broken wings, and in fear and 



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pain drag their wounded forms under bushes, or into hid- 
ing wherever they can to escape from their murderers? 
Many are not found and necessarily are left in their agony 
to starve and die. 

But the most disgraceful in the long catalogue of 
atrocities perpetrated upon animal kind is bull-fighting. 
It cannot even be called sport. It is the worst phase of 
brutality, and only people lost to all of the better instincts 
of humanity enjoy the demoralizing exhibition. The 
frenzied excitement and pleasure of the crowd at the sight 
of the mutilated forms of noble animals, and the howling 
mob demanding further sacrifice, if the gushing streams 
of blood have not satisfied their depraved natures, are 
spectacles that make one feel ashamed that such human 
beings should exist. 



XIX. 
MUSICAL DOG NAMED "MOZART." 

"Music, those mysterious sounds; coming we know not 
whence, telling us, we know not what." 

— Cardinal Newman. 

The following illustration is that of a dog with a musical 
ear. Music appealed to him in the same way that beautiful 
colors appealed to the dog described elsewhere. Any kind 
of music attracted "Mozart," if nothing more than a hand- 
organ. But the melodious notes from Faust, the en- 
chanting strains of Beethoven and Wagner's thrilling 
tones, stirred every fiber of his body. The playing of 
the "Pilgrims' March" from Tannhauser would bring from 
him barks, blinks and the wagging of his tail ; the move- 
ments of his body — his head swaying from side to side — 
giving him a most dramatic appearance. 



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When the notes were low and soft, he would drop upon 
the floor, resting on his legs and stomach, and when the 
higher keys were touched he would sit on his haunches 
or stand. If a false note was struck he would bark his 
disapproval in a most emphatic manner. 

The following was one of the amusing characteristics 




of this unique canine creature. When he heard music at 
a distance he would at once start on a run as hard as he 
could, with his mouth open and grinning as if anticipat- 
ing a great treat. If it was a band he would follow it 
all over the town, marching alongside and unconsciously, 
in a way, keeping step to the music. ''Mozart" also en- 
joyed the singing of birds. He has been known to sit 
under a tree upon whose branches a bird was piping its 
tuneful notes, and to stay there while it sang. 



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XX. 



LAZAEUS— DIVES— AND THE DOG. 



It was only crumbs Lazarus sought at the rich man's door. 
He received them not: A dog came along and licked his 

sores — 
It were better to be that dog on Judgment Day, 
Than he who turned the hungry away. 

May there not be a heaven for dogs of noble traits? 

A place where the miser can't enter with high interest 

rates ! 
Who knows but dogs will pass St. Peter's Gate 
And mingle forever with the good and great. 

The readers of this chapter are no doubt familiar with 
the Bible narrative of the poor afflicted Lazarus who was 
unable to work and compelled to beg for his daily bread. 
One morning he left his hovel hungry and sore to seek 



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for a crust of bread or anything that he could get. He 
passed down the street that took him by the palace of the 
rich Dives, looking in as he reached the entrance and saying 
to himself, "I will beg for something here, — for one who 
is blessed as this man is will surely not turn me away 
hungry.'' 

What a picture comes to your mind — when you see the 
poor beggar weak from hunger and sore of body, looking 
into the luxurious garden of the wealthy Dives, and think- 
ing that the crumbs from his table would be a feast to 
nimself. He enters the Gate and walks by pathways fra- 
grant with the perfume of flowers and shaded by palms 
and exquisite foliage, brilliant in tropical colorings. He 
reaches the house, and with trembling hands he knocks. 
The door is opened and he makes known his wants. "Xo," is 
the answer he receives. He pleads for the crumbs that 
fall from the master's table, nothing more, — but his plead- 
ing is in vain. His emaciated form avails him aothing, 
and the door is closed against him. He leaves the palace 
with its larder filled to bursting, and its storehouses 
crowded with priceless treasures, and drags himself down 
the stone walk, passing beneath a weeping willow whose 
drooping, quivering branches bent low over him in sym- 
pathy and compassion. Xature was kinder to him than 
man. 

At the gate he rested an instant, casting his 
eyes back over the magnificent scene in every di- 
rection. Over the splendor of the gardens, flowers 
and trees of every clime ; the extensive fields rich with ma- 
turing harvests, vineyards and orchards brilliant in ripen- 
ing fruit and sleek cattle grazing on the hills beyond. 

The beggar stood for a few moments enchanted and 
philosophizing : — "Well, the flowers smell no sweeter to the 
rich, man than they do to me — the landscape and moun- 



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tains glowing in sunshine are mine to enjoy as well as 
his, and it may be that in some other existence I may re- 
ceive that which is denied me here. The rich man's an- 
cestors may hare lived lives noble and full of human love 
for all living creatures, and he is now reaping the reward 
of their virtues; while in my veins may course the blood 
of Neros and Agrippinas, and thus I am made to carry 
their sins and misdeeds through life, who knows ?" 

Lazarus starts to go elsewhere in search of bread, when 
a dog comes up to him, wags his tail and gazes into the' 
face of the suffering mendicant with sympathy and ten- 
derness, and tells him in dog language, "I understand 
your situation. You have begged for something to eat, 
at the rich man's house and were turned away. I feel sorry 
for you. I have no bone to offer nor bread to give you, 
so may I lick your sores ? It is the only service I can ren- 
der." Lazarus was deeply touched by the act of the dumb 
brute and thanked the heavenly stars, for he felt that he 
was not entirely forgotten of God, if he was of man, for a 
clog was sent to soothe him with his healing tongue. 
There in front of the house of plenty, where he only asked 
for the crumbs that were swept out with the dust and 
refuse on the floor, had he met a friend — a dog. 



XXI. 

SUICIDE OF KOMULUS, A DOG. 

" 'Twas only a dog, so noble and true, 
Whose act of devotion is held up to view." 

The story of a great St. Bernard, whose grief over his 
master's death was so crushing that life to him was un- 
endurable, and he committed suicide. 



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The doctor who attended the owner of this most re- 
markable dog during his sickness and was with him when 
he died, noticed the expression of sadness in the dog's 
eyes as he stood by the bedside looking into the face of 
the one being who was all there was for him on earth. 
Occasionally he would utter a low bark to get a recogni- 
tion from his dying master, which he received while con- 




sciousness remained. When the end came the dog seemed 
to know it at once; and began moaning and howling in a 
manner that touched all who were acquainted with the 
facts and the story of his fidelity to the one he loved.. 

When the body was placed in the casket and the lid 
was on it, the dog protested by barks, and in trying to 
push it off. It was midsummer and the doors were open, 
so the faithful dog could go out and in at his pleasure, 



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but he stood all night near the motionless figure, and 
when the body was carried to the cemetery he followed 
the procession and stood by as the casket was lowered into 
the grave. When they began to throw earth upon it, he 
barked as if protesting against covering up his master. 
When all had gone from the grave he remained, and 
when no one was in sight or near enough to see, he began 
to scratch away the mound, and, having levelled it with 
the ground, he laid on the grave, and subsequently it 
was with difficulty the sexton could keep him away. 

His master's family, seeing his distress, treated him 
with the greatest kindness, but he found no consolation 
in anything that was done for him. He refused to eat and 
was the personification of wretchedness and misery. After 
a week of mourning and desolation he went down to the 
lake near by. He had often gone there with his master, 
who had built for himself a small cottage where he spent 
many afternoons reading and thinking, feeling there was 
no place where he could gather his thoughts and read with 
the same satisfaction as in the midst of nature. The dog 
stood for a while looking out upon the blue, placid lake 
in front of him, the overhanging rocks with vines and 
foliage on the opposite shore, and snowy mountain peaks 
in the distance. But nature in all her grandeur had no 
attraction for him. Turning about and gazing towards the 
house where he had spent many years with his lost master, 
he uttered a sound, something between a low bark and a 
moan, that seemed the- very soul of bitterness and despair, 
and then deliberately and with a firm step walked into the 
water, and as it swept over his back, put his head under 
until life was gone, exhibiting by the self-sacrifice a de- 
votion to the memory of his master as absorbing and beau- 
tiful as anything in human experience. 



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XXII. 



REXO. 



Eeno was a dog of aristocratic stock; 

A carriage would he order if he had to go a block. 

Eeno was almost as broad as he was long, had a mellow 
voice and liquid eyes. He was always kept in the most 
exquisite condition — a baby could not! have been more 
delicately dressed and groomed than Reno was. His mis- 
tress took great delight and pride in showing him to 
her friends and pointing out his admirable traits and ac- 
complishments. One of the most remarkable things he 
was taught to do was to announce the arrival of guests 
and the number — if one came, he would bark once, if 
two came together he would bark twice, and so on, no mat- 
ter if there were a dozen. Reno wore a collar set with 



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brilliants. He also had a. cover of real lace, extending 
from his collar back to the middle of his body, which 
was fastened to his collar and belt. It made him look 
very picturesque and aristocratic. One of his peculiar- 
ities was, he never associated with other dogs. As for com- 
mon dogs, he would glance at them with scorn and con- 
tempt. 




XXIII. 



TAKNO AND JYP. 

They were comrades ever in sunshine and in storm 

And always kept together to save each other from harm. 

In a hamlet near a city situated at one end of a most 
picturesque valley stretching far away in a beautiful out- 
line, with rugged, rocky hills on either side, and trees scat- 
tered here and there, where the soil was deep enough for 
the roots to hold, and underbrush covering a large por- 
tion of the hills, was the home of Henry Dobbs, a gar- 
dener. He supplied many families with vegetables and 
farm products, which he carried to the city in a wagon 



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drawn by a goat — afterwards a dog was hitched with 
the goat. This was to the casual observer a most incon- 
gruous team. But the dog and goat were congenial and 
friendly. When the goat drew the wagon alone the dog 
would go alongside the goat, as if to comfort him 
while drawing the load, which was frequently heavier than 
he should have been compelled to haul. Henry Dobbs 
noticed the strange and peculiar friendship existing be- 
tween the goat and the dog, and decided to have a har- 
ness made for Tamo and couple him with Jyp. He 
had a tongue put in the wagon and the other changes 
made that were necessary for a double team, and when 
all was ready for Tarno to become a draft dog, he hitched 
them together to the wagon and drove them about a lit- 
tle before starting to the city with a load. They seemed 
greatly pleased. Each tried to draw more than his share 
of the burden. It was a touch of nature to see the dis- 
position of each to favor the other. It is often so dif- 
ferent in human beings, for they try to take advantage 
of their fellowmen, instead of helping them over the 
rough places in life's battle with hard conditions. 

Tarno and Jyp were most affectionate in their actions 
towards each other. They occupied a stall or house to- 
gether, and when they slept,, they touched each other 
in some way ; either Tarno rested his head on Jyp, or 
Jyp would lay his head on Tarno. It was a queer at- 
tachment, but the liking for each other was genuine. It 
was the most congenial companionship that could possibly 
exist between two dumb creatures. They would drink 
out of the same vessel at the same time and never quar- 
rel, and to see them rub noses as if they were making 
love to each other was highly entertaining. 



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XXIV. 
JEALOUSY OF DOGS. 

In studying dog character one will find that jealousy 
is a strong feature of their natures. If two dogs belong 
to one master and he pets one and neglects the other, the 
neglected dog will bark and show his displeasure in all 
manner of ways. 

A gentleman had two dogs; one was a bulldog and the 
other a collie. The collie was most affectionate in his na- 
ture and actions towards his master. He would rub his 
nose against his hands or any part he could touch. He 
would often put his nose between his masters legs and 
draw himself through, and if his master petted him, his 
cup of joy and pleasure was full. He would often sit 
down, resting his body on his legs and feet, and look at 
his master with an expression of loving admiration almost 
human. 

The bulldog was more brusque in his exhibition of loy- 
alty and friendship. He had a fashion of resting his 
head on his master's knees when he was sitting. He often 
stared at him, looking him straight in the eye, as if he 
were studying and wondering if deep down in his soul 
he reciprocated his devotion to him. There was noth- 
ing of the flirt about the bulldog, and he wasn't at all 
demonstrative like the collie. 



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XXV. 

PEDRO. 

This was the name of a* great dog who lived 
in Rome at a time when some of the world's greatest 
achievements and most wonderful events were hap- 
pening. From one of the seven hills upon which Rome 
is built Pedro could see the great Coliseum, the ma- 
jestic church spires, the Forum where the Roman senators 
delivered their famous speeches, and the colossal columns 
erected to the memory of military heroes. Pedro would 
leave his house and go to a certain point on the hill 
where he lived with his master, who occupied a house all 
alone, except for servants, and sit or stand in mute ad- 
miration and reverence for the unrivaled and enchanting 
scene spread out before him. His master, who was old 
and feeble, walked with great difficulty. He used two 
canes, making it impossible to carrv either a book or pa- 
per. These were given to Pedro, who always seemed de- 
lighted when he could do any kind of service for his mas- 
ter. 

Before Pedro grew old his master died and was 
buried in the centre of the garden surrounding the house. 



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At the funeral Pedro walked just behind the .body he 
loved and wept sorrowing tears because he knew that 
his master had gone from him forever. The next morn- 
ing after his master was buried, he saw some one place 
flowers upon the grave. This pleased Pedro, and every 
morning after that while he lived, he would go to the 




flower beds and break off a number of the most beauti- 
ful flowers he could find and place them above where 
his master slept his long, last sleep. Pedro would then 
walk away to his favorite spot and sit on his haunches and 
look as if dazed or in deep meditation, perhaps wondering 
if at some time in the future he would ever again behold 



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the kindly face of his old master walking amid the palms 
and magnolias of his beautiful garden, or sitting beneath 
the spreading branches of an old oak, which had been to 
him more than a friend. 




XXVI. 

QUEEX VICTORIA'S FAVORITE DOG. 

Twas a Pomeranian — honored by the great, good Queen, 
Who wished it at her bedside before the closing scene: 
She fondled and caressed it, a message to her kind. 
Though ruling many millions, she had dumb creatures on 
her mind. 

With all the multitudinous duties of the Queen, sover- 
eign of the greatest empire of the world, she did not forget 
to give care and thought to the animals of her household. 



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One of the most beautiful and tender acts of her eighty- 
two years of life, was the request, (just a little while 
before her spirit passed beyond land and sea), to have 
her favorite dog brought to her, whe~ she patted and 
stroked it; which was meant, no doubt, as a gentle com- 
mand to her subjects to treat with kindness and human- 
ity God's dumb animals. 




XXVII. 

THE GKEYHOUND. 

For finest traits and a great career 
The noble greyhound has no peer; 
He walks the earth with a delicate tread 
And sinewy form, holding high his head. 



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XXVIII. 



LOBD BYROX'S DOG — "BOATSWAIN." 

History is rich in accounts of great men and women 
who loved dogs and treated them with kindness and 
regard. Among writers of the past century, Lord Byron 
will be remembered for his immortal poem on "Boatswain," 
his favorite dog. 

When Byron was in his twentieth year, his favorite 
Newfoundland died. The poet buried Boatswain in a 
vault, and had engraved upon it, the following epitaph: 

"Xear this spot 

Are deposited the remains of one 

Who possessed beauty without Vanity, 

Strength without Insolence, 

Courage without Ferocity, 

And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. 



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This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery 

If inscribed over human ashes, 

Is but a just tribute to the Memory of 

Boatswain, a Dog." 

In addition to perpetuating the noble character of the 
dog in stone, the great poet immortalized him in verse 
— one of the most beautiful ever composed on the virtues 
of man's best friend, the dog: 

""When some proud son of man returns to earth, 
Unknown to glory but upheld by birth, 
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, 
And storied urns record who rest below ; 
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen 
Not what he was, but what he should have been; 
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, 
The first to welcome, foremost to defend, 
Whose honest heart is still his master's own, 
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, 
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth, 
Denied in heaven, the soul he held on earth; 
While man, vile insect! hopes to be forgiven, 
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. 

man ! thou feeble tenant of an hour, 
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power, 

Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust, 

Degraded mass of animated dust! 

Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, 

Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit! 

By nature vile, ennobled but by name 

Earth kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. 

Ye ! who perchance behold this simple urn 

Pass on — it honors none you wish to mourn: 

To mark a friend's remains these stones arise. 

1 never knew but one — and here he lies/' 



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XXIX. 
SIR WALTER SCOTT AXD HIS DOGS. 

Sir Walter had a sad experience during the panic in 
Scotland of 1825-26, when the publishing house of which 
he was a silent partner, failed, making his part of the 
firm's indebtedness over £100,000. While the failure was 
not of Sir Walter's making, he assumed his portion of the 
debt and worked night and day with his pen to clear 
himself of the obligation. He assigned all his property 
to trustees for the benefit of his creditors, together with 
all interest in his future work, until the debt was paid. 
His literary labors were so assiduous, that a few years later 
his health was broken, compelling him to give up work 
entirely. His physician advised a winter in Italy, with 
absolute rest. Acting on this advice, he visited Rome and 
other Italian cities, but his health had been so badly shat- 
tered by overwork, he had no recuperative powers left, and 
the following summer returned to his native Scotland only 
to die. 

By every law of compensation, the country of his 
nativity, whose fame was extended to all parts of the 
civilized world by his wonderful writings, should have 
cancelled his debts at once, and not permitted him to 
shorten his life by midnight toil. His countrymen, how- 
ever, did not come to his rescue ; but before he died, as the 
fruit' of his efforts, together with his copyrights, and all 
he possessed, the debt was paid. 

His biographer states that he arrived home in an almost 
unconscious condition. He does not mention that a sin- 
gle person met him at the dock or at his home, to greet 



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him ; but he does say. that when he reached Abbotsford, 
his dogs assembled about him and made much of him, 
fawning upon him and licking his hands; and that the 
great Sir Walter Scott, with his commanding dignity, 
alternately sobbed and smiled at the demonstration of 
affection showered upon) his home-coming by his four- 
footed animal friends. 

The following extract from Scott's writings alluding 
to dogs is found in the Talisman. — Tales of the Crusaders. 

"Kecollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be 
the companion of our pleasure and our toils, hath in- 
vested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit. 
He forgets neither friend nor foe — remembers, and with 
accuracy, both benefit and injury. He hath a share of 
man's intelligence, but no share of man's falsehood. You 
may bribe a soldier to slay a man with his sword, or a 
witness to take life by false accusation; but you cannot 
make a hound tear his benefactor — he is the friend of 
man, save when man justly incurs his enmity. Dress 
yonder marquis in what peacock-robes you will — disguise 
his appearance — alter his complexion with drugs and 
washes — hide him amidst an hundred men — I will yet 
pawn my sceptre, that the hound detects him, and ex- 
presses his resentment, as you have this day beheld. This 
is no new incident, although a strange one. Murderers 
and robbers have been, ere now, convicted, and suffered 
death under such evidence, and men have said that the 
ringer of God was in it. In thine own land, royal brother, 
and upon such an occasion, the matter was tried by a sol- 
emn duel betwixt the man and the dog, as appellant and 
defendant in a challenge of murder. The dog was vic- 
torious, the man was punished, and the crime was con- 
fessed. Credit me, royal brother, that hidden crimes have 
often been brought to light by the testimony even of 



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inanimate substances, not to mention animals far in- 
ferior in instinctive sagacity to the dog, who is the friend 
and companion of our race." 



XXX. 

THE DOGS OF WORDSWORTH. 

The poet Wordsworth, known as the poet of nature, had 
like the other great master minds mentioned in this book, 
a deeply sympathetic heart for all living creatures, and 
a reverence for the works of nature. 

He loved the hills and valleys, lakes and rivers, the 
melodious music of the forest winds, the rippling water, 
the summer days of vernal gladness, and saw infinite 
beauty in the neutral tints and withered leaves of au- 
tumn, and the sombre brown of winter, as well. In the 
animal kingdom all beasts and birds came w r ithin his 
loving regard, and drew from him inspiring thoughts, the 
dog occupying a conspicuous place in Wordsworth's litera- 
ture. His touching and beautiful eulogy to the mem- 
ory of a dog, a part of which is here inserted, will 
forever give him a high place as an admirer and lover of 
dogs. 

"Lie here, without a record of thy worth, 
Beneath a covering of the common earth ! 
It is not from unwillingness to praise, 
Or want of love, that here no stone we raise; 
Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear 
Shall find thee through all changes of the year: 
This oak points out thy grave ; the silent tree 
Will gladly stand a monument of thee. 
I grieved for thee, and wished thy end were past; 
And willingly have laid thee here at last : 



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For thou hadst lived till everything that cheers 

In thee had yielded to the weight of years; 

Extreme old age had wasted thee away, 

And left thee but a glimmering of the day; 

Thy ears were deaf, and feeble were thy knees, — 

I saw thee stagger in the summer breeze, 

Too weak to stand against its sportive breath, 

And ready for the gentlest stroke of death. 

It came, and we were glad ; yet tears were shed ; 

Both man and woman wept when thou wert dead; 

Not only for a thousand thoughts that were, 

Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share 

But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee, 

Found scarcely anywhere in like degree; 

For love, that comes to all — the holy sense, 

Best gift of God — in thee was most intense; 

A chain of heart, a feeling of the mind, 

A tender sympathy, which did thee bind 

Not only to us men, but to thy kind; 

Yea, for thy fellow-brutes in thee we saw 

The soul of love, love's intellectual law: — 

Hence, if we wept it was not done in shame ; 

Our tears from passion and from reason came, 

And, therefore, shalt thou be an honored name!" 



XXXI. 

"FLUSH." 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, the greatest poetess of 
the nineteenth century, like Sir Walter Scott, Lord By- 
ron, Shelley, Keats, Longfellow, Wordsworth, Gladstone, 
Bismarck, and other great minds, felt a deep affection for 



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all living creatures, and particularly the dog. During the 
long dreary years she spent in her sick chamber, she had the 
sympathetic companionship of her favorite dog, Flush, who 
was an endless source of joy and comfort to her; and as 
a mark of her esteem for the beautiful character of this 
animal friend, she wrote a eulogy in one of the noblest 
poems ever written, of a member of the lower creation, 
showing a nature in the dog as tender and exquisite as 
anything in human devotion, or human sacrifice. 

Following are a few of the verses dedicated to Flush, 
my dog. 

"But of thee it shall be said 
This dog watched beside a bed 
Day and night unweary — 
Watched within a curtained room, 
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom 
Eound the sick and dreary. 

"Koses gathered for a vase 
In that chamber died apace, 
Beam, and breeze resigning — 
This dog only, waited on 
Knowing that when light is gone 
Love remains for shining. 

"Other dogs in thymey dew 
Tracked the hares and followed through 
Sunny moor or meadow — 
This dog only, crept and crept, 
Next a languid cheek that slept, 
Sharing in the shadow. 

"Other dogs of loyal cheer 
Bounded at the whistle clear 



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Up the woodside hieing — 
This dog only, watched in reach 
Of a faintly uttered speech 
Or a, louder sighing. 

"And if one or two quick tears 
Dropped upon his glossy ears, 
Or a sigh came double — 
Up he sprang in eager haste 
Pawning, fondling, breathing fast, 
In a tender trouble. 

"And this dog was satisfied 
If a pale thin hand would glide 
Down his dewlaps sloping — 
Which he pushed his nose within 
After — platforming his chin 
On the palm left open." 



XXXII. 

PKINCE BISMAECK. 

Prime Minister of Germany, known as the man of blood 
and iron, and one of the commanding figures in the po- 
litical horizon of the nineteenth century. He was a man 
hard to approach. A born ruler of men, yet, there was 
a side to his nature as gentle as it was severe in other 
directions. He loved nature, and was most fondly de- 
voted to his dogs, of which he had many. They were 
his companions during his leisure hours and when stroll- 
ing about his extensive grounds, Bismarck always felt, 
that while men sometimes disappointed him, he never 
had occasion to doubt the faithfulness and sincerity of 
his dogs. His principal dogs were powerful mastiffs. 



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XXXIII. 

ME. GLADSTONE'S FAVOKITE DOG. 

The great English statesman was very fond of dogs, and 
had as a constant companion in the later years of his 
life, one over whose remains he erected a monument bear- 
ing the following inscription : 



"PETZ, 

Born at Swalbach, 1886, died at 

Hawarden, 1898. 

Mr. Gladstone's favorite dog. 

Faithful unto Death." 



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XXXIV. 
JOHN RANDOLPH, "HIS DOGS." 

One of the famous men who occupied a. conspicuous 
position in American politics at the beginning of the last 
century is the subject of this sketch 1 . 

One of his biographers relates many instances of his 
attachment and love for the canine race, and that he 
was never seen without one or more of his animal friends 
with him. He was a great horseman and usually 
rode to the capitol when he was a member of the House 
of Representatives, and would tie his horse to a post placed 
near the capitol for that purpose. On one occasion he 
appeared at his desk in the House with his spurs on, 
and his trousers inside his boots, and accompanied by 
one of his dogs. On this particular day Randolph made 
one of his celebrated speeches. The dog (a big one) stood 
beside him with a proud look, as if he understood it all, 
and with a belligerent air which might have meant if he 
could have spoken, "Dare any one dispute the statements of 
my master?" 

XXXY. 

SIR HENRY IRVINGTS TERRIER, "FUZZY." 

"The steamer sailed away, but Fuzzy was left behind, 
He tramped his journey back to town, — Sir Henry on his 
mind." 

The pathetic story of the little terrier who was left at 
Southampton in the confusion of getting the luggage of 
the Lyceum Company aboard a steamer for America, is 



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known by many. The dog was taken to Southampton 
by train, and some days after the boat sailed, the stage- 
door-keeper of the Lyceum Theatre, London, heard scratch- 
ing and a feeble barking at his door. He opened it, and 
there outside was what was left of poor Fuzzy. How the 
dog found his way back to London will forever remain 
a mystery; he evidently had suffered great privations, 




from his half-starved look, bleeding paws and watery eyes. 
The faithful little terrier, when old and nearly blind, met 
his death as a result of falling through a trap in the 
stage of a theatre, when he was making his way to Sir 
Henry's dressing-room. The doggie's empty place has 
never been filled again by his master. 



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XXXVI. 



CONDEMNED INDIAN'S FAITHFUL DOG. 

Most tragic was the end of the Indian and his dog — 
No more the game and campfires ronnd the blazing log. 

On an Indian Eeservation in the far Western part of 
the United States, along where the Eocky Mountains lift 
their peaks, and towards the setting sun, an Indian com- 
mitted murder. He was tried, convicted and sentenced 
to be shot. 

A prisoner who receives a death sentence in the Eeserva- 
tion is given a long time before an execution is carried 
into effect. This Indian was granted one year. The ver- 



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diet was that he should present himself, if alive, one year 
from the date of sentence, at eleven o'clock in the morn- 
ing, at a certain spot. In the meantime he was at liberty 
to go where he chose, there were no restrictions placed upon 
his going or coming — it was left entirely to his honor. 
When he was told to go forth for a year, there was no more 
doubt of his not being at hand at the time set for his exe- 
cution, than that the north star would prove untrue to 
its course. The question suggests itself, how many white 
men in a hundred million could be found — after receiv- 
ing a death sentence and given a year's liberty — to ap- 
pear at the scaffold or electric chair? 

The executioner of the poor Indian was at the place 
selected for the tragic end, a few minutes before eleven 
o'clock, looking in different directions to see if he were 
approaching. In a moment, he was seen emerging from 
the woods beyond an open hollow. He walked with head 
erect and the majestic sweeping carriage that many of 
the Indians have: at his side, trotting with him, was his 
dog, who kept close by his master, seeming to divine 
there was something of an unusual character about to 
happen, but he knew not what. When the Indian ar- 
rived within twenty paces of the executioner he stopped, 
awaiting the sign to kneel and bare his breast to the bul- 
let. He patted his dog, who rubbed his head against 
his legs, and displayed towards his unfortunate master 
all the affection of his nature. 

The executioner and those with him spent some time 
in conversation. The sun was nearly at meridian. The 
distance from his executioner brought him under a tree 
from which the swinging leaves rustled a mournful re- 
quiem of his sad fate. It was a beautiful Indian sum- 
mer day, a bine sky with not the faintest cloud in the 
horizon : a profound calm, except the twittering of birds 



86 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

and the low sound of the wandering wind, a day on which 
no one would wish to die, not even a lone Indian. 

When the rifle was taken up, the Indian knelt, his dog 
resting on his haunches and forelegs by his side, and look- 
ing into his master's face and then at the gun — a pic- 
ture of deep pathos, and a subject for an artist's brush. 
The dog knew the gun was a thing that brought down 
game, — why should his master be there facing it? When 
the gun was fired and the Indian fell over, the dog be- 
came frantic, and tried to arouse his swarthy-faced dead 
master by putting his nose under the head and attempt- 
ing to lift it. Then licking the face and doing all kinds 
of things to get a recognition from him who had shared 
with the dog the game they hunted, that furnished them 
nourishment in their forest home. 

The dog would not let any one come near the body, and 
it was decided to shoot him — which, no doubt, would have 
been his own wish if he could have spoken. As they were 
inseparable while on earth, they should not be denied 
companionship in the Indian hunting grounds of the Spirit 
Land. 



XXXVII. 



STORY OF A MERCHANT'S DOG'S UNCHANGING 
FIDELITY. 

"In adversity men failed him — 
But his dog — unchanged and true." 

The Dane — the Dane — the noble Dane, 
A tablet high in the hall of fame. 

During one of the recurring panics that come to the 
United States as part and parcel of her commercial life, 



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one of the great merchants of a large city was unable to 
overcome conditions that met him, and in common par- 
lance, he was driven to the wall. He was always spoken 
of as a merchant prince, on account of the extent of his 
business and the liberality of his methods. He was a 
man of generous impulses and had rendered assistance 
to many during a previous panic, and at other times. 




Consequently, when his property was attached and the busi- 
ness world knew of his failure, he had a reasonable hope 
that those whom he had helped in their extremity would 
come forward to help in his. Xo, not a solitary man dark- 
ened his doors, and, too proud to ask for a return of fa- 
vors he had bestowed upon others, he was compelled to 
surrender to the inevitable. 

He made out a schedule of all he possessed, and passed 



88 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

it to the receiver, walking out of his business office, the 
same man in all the beautiful instincts of his nature that 
he had always been — but his wealth was gone. 

Before the announcement of his failure, there Was not 
a man in the city who did not consider it an honor to 
be counted among his friends. He walked along the 
crowded streets, where the day before he would have been 
greeted a dozen times within the space of a block — unrecog- 
nized. 

One of the first men coming from the opposite direc- 
tion and almost touching him as they passed, owed his 
salvation from financial disaster to the merchant, but he 
gazed intently at the opposite side of the thoroughfare, as 
if looking for a name. 

The next man, who was indebted to him for the roof 
that covered his head, was apparently deeply interested in 
the traffic of the streets, and another dropped his eyes as 
if concerned about the character of stone and size of 
blocks in the pavement under his feet. The next turned 
a corner in a great hurry, as if on a life and death er- 
rand. 

The merchant was on his way to the mansion to tell 
his family they must gather up their personal effects, and 
prepare to vacate the house and seek shelter elsewhere. 
He reached the corner that turned into the avenue, where 
the palatial establishment and grounds occupied an en- 
tire block. Just before reaching the avenue, the family 
equipage rolled along over the smooth asphalt pavement, 
and for the last time, as his property. At the gate, he was 
met by his big Dane dog "Cronje," who greeted him with 
more than his usual cordiality, the dog seeming to discern 
his master's trouble, noticing, as it were, from the pallor 
on his cheek and his tired gait, that something was wrong 
with him. 



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The merchant stopped a moment and caressed the only 
friend he had met. The}' looked into each other's eyes, 
and he thought of his experience during the day in con- 
trast with the warm sympathy of his animal friend, 
"Cronje," and the merchant exclaimed, "While men have 
failed me, you have not. My changed condition from 
wealth to poverty makes no difference to you." 

Cronje — (in dog language) — "Why should it — are you 
not the same noble, unselfish soul whose hand has never 
been withheld from any one in distress? Your name 
headed every subscription to charity, church and benev- 
olence of all kinds — no high wall surrounded your man- 
sion, to exclude from rich or poor the sight of the beau- 
tiful landscape, the statuary, fountains, trees and flow- 
ers, — for what gave others pleasure was also your joy, and 
those to whom you held out your hand in times when they 
were in trouble and who were now prosperous, should 
have come forward and responded to your needs." 



XXXVIII. 

INTELLIGENCE AND FAITHFULNESS OF DOGS. 

Two tourists started up a mountain, ascending from op- 
posite sides, to meet at the top. One of them, when abour 
twelve hundred feet from the base, lost his balance and 
rolled down nearly to the bottom, breaking one of his 
legs. A short time after the mishap, a big St. Bernard 
came to him while he was in the act of tying a hand- 
kerchief about his broken leg. The dog took in the sit- 
uation at once : he rubbed his nose over the handkerchief 
in a sympathetic manner, and started off on a run for 
assistance. He had not gone very far when he found 



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two men loitering about. It did not take him long to 
make known that he had use for them, and he imme- 
diately started back towards the unfortunate tourist fol- 
lowed by the two men. When they reached the wounded 
man, the dog went right up to him and tried to untie 
the handkerchief bound about his leg, to show the men 
his object in bringing them to his aid. No human be- 
ing could have done more than the dog, for what the man 
wanted was assistance to carry him to a house, where 




he could be accommodated and receive medical attendance : 
this the dog accomplished as well as if he spoke the lan- 
guage of the country. 



Wh;o has not read the story of the dog who went 
into battle with his master, and attacked the enemy, when 
in a. hand to hand conflict both fell — and over whose ashes 
rises a monument telling the heroic deeds of the dog, as 
well as those of his master: or, the story of the other 
goldier-dag who followed the regiment to which he be- 



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longed into battle. When the standard bearer fell wounded, 
and an enemy was bearing the flag away in triumph, the 
dog attacked him fiercely, taking the flag from him, and 
carrying it back to the regiment. 



A shepherd removing to a distant country, sold his 
sheep to a neighbor and included his dog that had tended 
the sheep. The new owner mixed them with his large 
flock and left them with the dog, and went to his village 
home several miles away. 

The dog not understanding what was meant by his 
old master's sheep making so long a visit, decided to pick 
out those that had belonged to him and drive them home. 
This he did during the night, and great was the sur- 
prise when sheep and dog were found at the old place next 
morning. The sheep were sent to their new owner again, 
but the dog remained. 



A lady dropped her purse while in the street: a dog 
saw it fall, sprang and picked it up and carried it to her, 
running in front of her, wagging his tail and looking 
pleased at having had the opportunity of doing her a 
service: his act showed keen intelligence and thoughtful- 
ness. 



XXXIX. 

KIND TREATMENT TAMES WILD BEASTS. 

May the time be not far off when all advancement in 
civilization will be measured by a nobler humanity, based 
on a recognition of the rights of all living creatures, and 
a disappearance of cruelty of every sort, kind, and de- 



92 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

scription from the face of the earth. It has "been proved 
that hy gentle and humane treatment, the most savage 
beast can be tamed. 

Eead the story of Rosa Bonheur, the great animal 
painter, how she tamed a ferocious lion and other wild 
beasts, who became as docile as lambs. 

But Rosa Bonheur radiated an atmosphere always of 
kindness, and a supreme confidence in her friends of the 
forest and jungle, that no harm would come to her as she 
went in and out among them. In return, they lavished 
upon her animal affection to a degree and in a manner 
that was both rare and sublime. Her confidence was not 
misplaced in a single instance. 



THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT KILL A LIVING 
THING BUT A REPTILE. 

Honor to the man who would not kill a living creature 
except a poisonous snake, and then only when it came 
in his way, when he would despatch it as quickly as he 
could, in order not to make it suffer any longer than 
necessary. His sense of justice and humane feelings would 
not permit him to do otherwise, because the reptile was 
made by the same Eternal Wisdom that created man. 



XL. 

"BARCO," THE GREAT. 

What dog wouldn't love to be Barco, the great. 
He saved many souls from a horrible fate, 
The house was on fire, up the stairs Barco ran, 
Barking, "Out of this place as quick as you can." 



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When his master and all were safely outside, 

He thought of canary for whom he'd have died. 

Through fire and smoke he flew to the top 

And saved the sweet singer, who was named Yellow Pop. 

Bareo was one of the finest specimens of the St. Bernard 
species. He was gigantic in size and powerful, a watch- 
dog in every sense of the word. He not only watched 




the grounds, stables and carriage house, but the residence 
also; this was his most important charge. He was kept 
in the house all night. His sleeping place was in the area 
in the rear of the house — which was enclosed with a high 
iron fence, and the door from the area leading to the 
basement, was kept open, so he could enter the house and 
go to the top floor if he wished to do so, or if it became 
necessary. He was better than any watchman, because he 
slept very lightly. The least noise would wake him and 



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a burglar would fare pretty badly in trying to rob the 
house. Barco rarely barked, but when he did there was a 
reason for it. His bark resounded through the halls like 
the roar of a master lion. 

Some of his many acts of thoughtfulness and wonder- 
ful deeds will remain in the memory of his master and 
others while they live. One in particular, for which he 
deserves a monument when he no longer guards the pos- 
sessions of his master. 

One night, long after the family had retired and were 
sleeping soundly, they heard Barco barking in the most 
terrific manner and jumping against the doors of the 
sleepers' rooms, rousing them to a great danger. The house 
was on fire. It began on the first floor and the flames were 
ascending the front stairs. Barco succeeded in getting 
all the inmates up, and they escaped down the back stairs. 
When everybody, servants and all were safely outside, 
Barco remembered the little canary in a cage, hanging in 
the top hall near a window. Away he ran upstairs, two 
steps at a bound. When he reached the hall where the 
cage hung, he made a spring and fastening his claws in 
the wire lattice work of the cage, and giving it a 
pull, the cord holding it broke, and down it fell. Just 
at the moment, a fireman arrived and carried the 
cage downstairs and out of harm's way, when he 
placed it on the ground, Barco, out of joy and dog hap- 
piness over his success in saving the sweet little bird from 
death, barked and jumped over the cage, and acted as if 
in a delirium of ecstacy and pleasure. Of course, he was 
patted and hugged in the most affectionate manner — for 
if he had not aroused the family they might all have burned 
to death. No human being could have done more than 
Barco did. No person could have run upstairs so quickly 
and waked them. 



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This memorable act gave the dog great fame, and 
he was regarded by all as the most intelligent 
and greatest dog of the time. With the burning 
of the house, nearly everything in it was lost — very few 
things were saved. Barco took the misfortune greatly to 
heart. Often he was seen looking at the ruins with a 
most serious air. The earth did not seem as bright to 
him as before. But only a few weeks passed when his 
master began the removal of the ruins, and soon the foun- 
dations for a new house was begun. When the walls were 
a few feet above the ground, Barco noticed what was 
being done, and evidently comprehended the fact that a 
new house was under way. He would run along the walls 
and look at the workmen, wag his tail and show his pleas- 
ure in different ways. He realized that a new house was 
going up, and in a little while, the family and all would 
return to the old place with its beautiful grounds, the 
old familiar trees, the shady walks, the spring where he 
had slaked his thirst a thousand times, and the many 
sweet memories that clustered about it. During the build- 
ing, the family lived in a house nearer the shore, and 
Barco could be seen daily lying on the sandy beach, bask- 
ing in the sunshine, enjoying the crisp salt air, and watch- 
ing the great ships sail by, with a look of wonder and as- 
tonishment. But at night he was never absent, but 
guarded the house like a lone sentinel. 

Along the shore of the ocean where Barco' s master 
lived, was a driveway extending quite a distance, and at 
one point it ran near the edge of a precipice nearly a hun- 
dred feet to the bottom. One evening the family were 
driving in a carryall along this road, and when near the 
dangerous cliff, the horses became frightened and un- 
manageable — making a plunge forward they jerked the 
lines out of the driver's hands and ran towards the 



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dangerous wall. Barco was with them, and taking in 
the situation, lost no time in springing in front of the 
horses, and, fastening his teeth in the loweT jaw of one of 
them he checked their speed. The driver sprang from 
the vehicle and got hold of the lines, and in a mo- 
ment had control of them, but only just before reaching 
the dangerous point. To Barco was due the credit of 
saving six lives for the second time. 




XLL 

JOAN", FAITHFUL DOG, WATCHED BY DEAD 
BODY OF HIS MASTER FOR THREE DAYS. 

A gentleman with a large estate and many servants had 
occasion to send a considerable sum of money to a dis- 
tant point, to pay for a piece of land adjoining his place 
that he had purchased, and which was to be paid for on 



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a certain date. He sent his most faithful and reliable 
servant with the money. The servant was always accom- 
panied on his journeys by a big dog. The servant started 
early in the morning and followed a route that led 
him through a forest by which the distance was short- 
ened more than by taking the main road. When the 
sun had gone down, and night was settling beneath the hori- 
zon, and he was about to emerge from the woods, rob- 
bers attacked him, and killed him, taking the money. 
The dog was severely wounded in the encounter. From 
the appearance of the crushed and broken bushes, there 
must have been a fierce conflict before the thieves accom- 
plished their purpose. For three days the dog kept guard 
over the dead body of the man without having either food 
or water. When the servant did not return at the time 
he was expected, the master made a search for him, 
and knowing that he went by the short way, fol- 
lowed that path and found the dead body and his dog 
wounded and bloody sitting by. his side. Persons pass- 
ing near where the body lay saw the dog watching some- 
thing, but they did not go near enough to see what it 
was, the grass and weeds being high, and the dog gave 
fierce growls when anyone approached. Many bear tes- 
timony to the care and ceaseless vigil of the wounded 
dog over the dead body. 

Several months after the brutal murder of the faith- 
ful servant, a gathering of the men in the neighborhood 
a little distance off, took place. The master was there; 
his dog, who had recovered from his wound, was with 
him. They had not been there very long, when the dog 
sprang upon two vicious-looking men — first upon one, then 
upon the other — tearing their clothing and lacerating their 
flesh in the most savage manner. They afterwards con- 
fessed that they were guilty of the murder. 



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XLII. 

A DOG GAVE UP ITS LIFE TO SAVE ITS MAS- 
TER FROM DROWNING. 

One of the most touching and deeply pathetic stories 
of devotion and sacrifice, is the following account of 
a dog giving its life to save its master from drown- 
ing. The man was fishing — standing near the end of 
a log that extended far out in the water where the 
depth was twice the height of the man, and where 
the current was strong. The log was slippery and the fisher- 
man fell into the water. He could not swim, and after strug- 



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gling lo keep his head above water until exhausted, went 
under. At the moment of the accident, his dog, a small 
one, was some distance away, but coming up to the end 
of the log just as his master rose to the surface, jumped 
in and caught hold of his clothing at his chest and tried 
to hold his head out of the water and swim to the shore. But 
the man was too heavy for the poor dog, and they 
went down together. Two men that were in a boat, ar- 
rived near enough to see a great commotion in the water, as 
a life and death effort was being made by the man and dog. 
Later the bodies were recovered. 'The dog's teeth were 
inserted in his master's clothing just below the throat, 
the forelegs embracing his body as far as they could 
reach, and the man's arms were clenched about 
the faithful dog. The dog could have swum ashore and 
saved its life when it found that it could not save its 
master, but the noble creature preferred to go down to 
death with the one it loved, rather then desert him. Such 
a deed performed by a son or brother of the drowned 
man would receive the praise of mankind. How much more 
glorious was the sacrifice, because it was only a dog, 
guided solely by instinct and affection. 



XLIII. 

AMERICAN DOGS. 

American dogs have a history of a hundred years or so. 
What dog of any nation can make as good a show ? 
They have led all dogs in the progress of the years. 
Have enjoyed much pleasure, but also dropped some tears. 



At the outset they had trouble, with their mother, they 

couldn't agree, 
'Twas nothing of greater moment than a fuss over a cup 
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But it caused discussion and strife and lasted for seven 

years, 
When they were left to manage alone, which they did with- 
out any fears. 
A second contention arose in eighteen hundred and twelve. 
It was settled the same as before and again they were left 

to themselves, 
The quarrel with their mother being settled forever 
To make life worth living was their earnest endeavor. 
They welcomed the dogs of all lands, and offered a farm 

to whoever would call. 
A noble and generous deed and to many it was a rain-fall. 
They turned their minds to inventions and at once took 

the lead of all nations. 
The first great achievement they scored was steam for 

navigation. 
They built the first locomotive and ran the first train. 
The skeptical told them it couldn't be done. They must 

be a little insane. 
They did a great real of sewing and did it all by hand. 
Now they run a machine that is heard all over the land. 
Instead of cutting the grass and raking the hay, 
They sit on a mower ,and make of it play. 
They used to cut wheat with a cradle; it was hard work, 

heavy and slow. 
Now it's a two-horse reaper that jauntily lays the wheat low. 
They once thrashed wheat with horses, it was primitive 

in the extreme, — 
Instead a cylinder does it, and the power that moves it is 

steam. 
They studied many theories of power, they depended so 

much on fire, 
Now they just touch a button and it comes to them over 

a wire. 



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Many horses are now happy, because they have nothing 

to do, 
For old Mother Shipton's prediction has to the letter come 

true. 
She said wagons without horses would be the great rage. 
We have them now in the automobile stage. 
Twenty miles is a hard walk on the old turnpike. 
Nothing at present on an easy-going bike. 




XLIV. 
EACH DOG HAS HIS DAY! 

The crumbling palaces tell it and you can read it with- 
out an X ray. 

Xo matter what race or country, that each dog has his 
dav. 



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XLV. 

DOGS OF DIFFEBENT LANDS. 

The British dog is big and comes of a vigorous race, 
No other dog in Europe has traveled at such a pace. 
He has journeyed with, the earth in its course around 

the sun^ 
Fighting many battles and in most of them has won. 



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XLVI. 

GERMAN DOG. 

The Teutonic mastiff, with his philosophic mind, 
Sends forth great stores of wisdom from the land where 

flows the Rhine. 
With much, thoroughness he studies and excels most other 

dogs, 
For he knows just where he's going and is never lost in fogs. 
He has a noble heritage bequeathed by Frederick the Great, 
Which from small beginnings has become a large estate, 
In war he's been victorious, his eagles soaring high, 
In peace no less successful, what dogs can pass him by? 



XLVIL 
THE MEXICAN DOG. 

The Mexican dog knows sorrow, and has suffered many 

woes. 
But invaders all took warning when Maximilian found 

repose. 



XLVIIL 
THE DOGS OF GEEECE. 

Old dogs of Greece, your bark still echoes 'round the 

globe. 
For art and learning, none wear your robes. 



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XLIX. 

RUSSIAN DOG. 

Russia, kingdom of the Czar and the Nihilist as well, 
Have some good dogs who in many things excel, 
But a hundred millions neither read nor write, 
To them life's battle is a hard and up-hill fight. 



L. 



THE TURKISH DOG. 



The Turkish dog owes a debt that one day must be paid. 
And 'twill not be long, till all join in the raid. 



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LI. 

FRENCH DOG. 

The French dog has a record as long as the Eiver Seine, 

He met his Waterloos, but withal is a little vain. 

If his nights were not turned into day with headaches to 

fuddle his brain, 
He could take his stand with the mightiest and not be on 

the wane. 



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LII. 

NETHEKLAKD DOG. 

The Netherland dogs have a history that for courage is 
almost sublime. 

They passed through many conflicts, but achieved success 
in time. 

Giving all they had to their country, their lives and treas- 
ure as well. 

With promptness they shouldered their muskets at the 
sound of a Netherland bell. 



LIII. 
SWISS DOGS. 

One day in nineteen hundred, amid the jingling of cow- 
bells, 

This story had its birth in the land of William Tell. 

The spot was on a mountain of broad expanse and pur- 
est air, 

Not far from Dent du Midi and near the Chamossaire. 



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The people are simple and honest, and to dumb animals 

kind. 
They crack their whips at the horses, but to beat them never 

enters their minds. 
Oh, it's a beautiful country of mountains and valleys fair, 
Not far from Dent du Midi and near the Chamossaire. 




The snow covers all the mountains, while near it is genial 

and warm. 
Above are snow T drifts and glaciers, below not even a storm. 
It's a region of legends and stories historically rare, 
Not far from Dent du Midi and near the Chamossaire. 
Beyond the Savoy Mountains, we see the Saint Bernard, 
Where dogs perform hard labor without the least reward. 
For man they give their lives, and any hardships bear, 
Not far from Dent du Midi and near the Chamossaire. 



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Go where you will in Switzerland, the dogs have a glo- 
rious name. 

Their history dates back many centuries, with each they 
increase their fame. 

Milk carts and wagons they draw, and many other bur- 
dens bear, 

Not far from Dent du Midi and near the Chamossaire. 




LIV. 

THE IRISH DOG. 

There are fine dogs in the Isle where the shamrock grows, 
Who have never turned their backs, no matter who the 

foe. 
They have struggled, fought and bled for liberty and land, 
And to dogs in other fields, have lent a helping hand. 



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LV. 
CHINESE CANINE. 

The Chinese dog was happy when no stranger crossed his 

wall, 
But he had no thought of trouble when he asked some 

dogs to call, 
And was innocent of schemes, and of foreign tricks of 

trade. 
He believed in the great Confucius, but let missionaries 

make raids. 
This poor dog is now in danger of becoming a heathen 

martyr. 
For the dogs of other nations all refuse to give him quarter. 



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Hard lines have been John's lot with dogs of every kind, 

Turn which way he will, by each he is left behind. 

No doubt, they'll pick him to pieces before they leave his 

trail, 
And all that's left of the yellow dog will be a little pig tail. 




LVI. 
THE HEBREW DOG. 



The Hebrew dog is keen, and in commerce makes his 

way. 
Always ready for a trade, and always makes it pay. 
In clothing he succeeds, and bargains gives to all. 
His clothes fit every time like paper on the wall. 



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He will sell you for three-fifty, a twenty-dollar suit, 
And if you insist upon it, will give you a watch to boot. 
And should you need suspenders, — 
They are fifteen cents a pair. 

The quality is the finest, and the styles will make you 
stare. 

And his neckties, oh, my gracious, buy one of his four- 
in-hand. 

You will look like Kaiser William, when he rides before 
the band. 

Und, mein freint, if you require some patent-leathers, 

His shoes wear in any kind of weather. 

They are proper for the parlor, when you company enter- 
tain, 

And never lose their shine if you're caught out in the 
rain. 



LVII. 

THE POLISH PEDDLEK DOG. 

The Polish dog is a peddler, and wears a saintly smile. 
He sells his wares for less than cost, and carries them 

many miles. 
He will sell you some fine laces for thirteen cents a yard, 
To buy them for three dollars, you would find it very 

hard. 

He keeps good pins and needles that every dog will need, 
And don't you want a thimble and a string of pretty 
beads? 



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He often meets hard luck in selling his leetle t'ings, 
But his stock of perseverance in the end much comfort 
brings. 

Should you have the courage his statements to dispute, 
It would make him most unhappy, as he deals in first- 
class truth. 

Never snub a peddler dog, for you know not what you 

do. 
He has a priceless heritage, is one of the chosen few. 

I would not snub the peddler, the Lord is on his side. 
While he has done much walking, some day you may see 
him ride. 

I would not snub the peddler, his life is hard enough. 
Eesentful is he never, with grace! he takes rebuffs. 

He may not always peddle with a load upon his back, 
But in the whirligig of time, become a banker, and ride 
in a private hack. 

Never snub the peddler, you know not what may come. 
You may some day wish a note to discount, to meet a coming 
dun. 

Never snub the peddler, for in politics he may rise. 
Any insult you would give him might lose you a costly 
prize. 

Never snub the peddler or any other dog, 

For you never know when you may wander into fogs. 

I know one who was often snubbed by other dogs in hapless 

days, 
But now he's way on top, and drives two dappled grays. 



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LVIII. 

DOGS OF LARGE CITIES. 

The Xew York dogs are numerous, and of variety great, 
Some get up quite early, while others rise very late. 
Thousands are very poor, and glad of a crust of bread, 
Some have all they want, and many are over-fed. 

The Chicago dog is long, broad and tall, and much vapor 

does he carry, 
This you will soon discover when his opinions he will air. 
Xo houses are so high nor have so many rooms, 
And who can show a town that has so many booms? 
They have the Board of Trade where country lambs are 

fed, 
And if they stay a week, will sleep without a bed. 
The advice of all good dogs is, from Chicago keep away. 
For if the brokers do not get you, anarchists are seeking 

prey. 

The Boston dog is wise, shrewd and calculating. 
To gain his friendship other dogs must have good rat- 
ing. 
Correct speech in conversation is essential, 
And if no mistakes occur he will treat you confidential. 
But your T's must be crossed and your Fs must be dotted, 
Or from his visiting list you will be forever blotted. 

The St. Louis dog is Frenchy by descent, and of lineage 

fine. 
He would rather have good blood than a dozen silver 

mines. 



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The Philadelphia dogs are slow, but certain of their ground, 
With Independence Hall to give them great renown, 
For it declared for freedom and liberty for all, 
And to those who wish this blessing they extend a call. 

The Milwaukee dogs are a curious combination, 

They come from over the sea, from forty different nations. 

Louisville dogs are brilliant, but in a way erratic. 
On the smallest provocation their pistols are emphatic. 

The Minneapolis dog is young, large and strong, 
Possesses the highest character, and sings a beautiful song. 

Nearby is St. Paul ; she has many splendid dogs, 
They are optimistic, and are never found in fogs. 

The Baltimore dog is handsome, and lives on old traditions, 
He has dignity and courage, and is sure of his position. 

The Washington dog has a care-worn look and a tired 

gait, 
The result of working very hard and sitting up late. 
The demands of his constituents are often very great. 
When you take into account he receives so little bait. 

The dogs of Congress are a varied and curious collection. 
Many offer bills and others make objections. 

The country dog, who an appointment seeks, has, at first, 

no doubt of his success, 
But after staying many weeks, concludes he was mistaken, 

and it's something of a guess. 

The dogs of Indianapolis, in the great, old Hoosier State, 
Have their lamps always lighted, and do not believe in 
fate. 



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The Buffalo dogs are clever, and honest to the core. 
They live very near Niagara, and almost hear it roar. 
They boast of their asphalt pavements of two hundred 

miles or more. 
And of their great prosperity, and the wealth they have 

in store. 



LIX. 
THE CONGRESSIONAL CANINE. 

He has many letters to answer from his 

Constituents dear. 
They think it a compliment to him if they 

Write each day in the year. 

The townsman is after an office while the 

Countryman wants some seed. 
The third is easily suited, 

He would like a few speeches to read. 



LX. 
MISCELLANEOUS. 

Tn the village of Falling Waters, on the shore of our classic 

Rhine, 
There lived a queer old fellow, who spent his money for 

wine. 
His name was Rip Van Winkle, with, no friend on earth 

but one. 
It was a dog named Schneider, who was faithful as the 
sun. 



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The dog was Kip's companion from the morning he was 

born, 
And always at his side whether in sunshine or in storm. 
In later years, old Rip repented of the sin of drink and 

shame, 
But he wished it known by all the village that his dog 

was not to blame. 



Jero was the name of a great big Dane, 
Who had never been further than the end of the lane. 
He thought to broaden his horizon and cultivate his mind, 
He would have to do some traveling, and meet dogs of 

different kinds. 
So he started off one morning, with ambition in his mind, 
And wondered what experience in the city he would find. 
He had hardly crossed its threshold when a steerer 

chanced his way, 
Who, with much politeness, said, "Have you brought to 

town some hay?" 
"No," responded Jero, "I merely came to see." 
"Oh," said steerer, "may I be a guide for thee?" 
"I expect I'll need a guide, but what will be your fee ?" 
"I will charge you nothing, for a pleasure it will be." 
"How can you afford so much time to give to me?" 
"Because with me it's a profession, don't you see ?" 
"Yes, I see." 



The brightest dog in the Orient is the civilized Japanese. 
In war he adopts good methods ; just ask an old Chinese. 
His manners are perfectly gentle, and his heart is kind 

and true. 
You should never regret a visit to the land of the Mikado. 



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The Holland dogs have a record which time cannot efface, 
They have always stood for principle, and never asked 
for grace. 

The Huguenot dogs were a noble band. 

For liberty of conscience, they would live in any land. 



The grave and solemn mastiff in. the ancient city of Rome, 
Has sincerest pity for dogs that have no home. 



Nicolas was a dog of Roman birth and royal descent, 
Kept watch over his master while sleeping in his tent, 
And never left his side in the battle's fiercest roar, 
But was a splendid soldier from surface to the core. 



A French dog with a black goatee. 

Had an encounter with a German dog, "see." 



Felix was exclusive, and dog chums he did not crave. 
He had only human friendships and to them devotion 
gave. 



From Shermany comes a dog, and Shacobus is his name. 
He swore by William No. Two, and Bismarck, all the same. 



Another dog from Shermany comes dat went by the 

name of Schnitzel. 
All he wants to make him happy was smearcase and pret- 



A musical dog was Orrian, and for singing won much 

fame. 
He promptly honored all requests, no matter from whom 

thev came. 



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Some dogs make many excuses when asked to sing a song, 
Not so with singing Orrian, he never did things wrong. 



The dogs of India, the land of Himlayan Peaks and the 

early sun, 
Study occult science, and care nothing for fun. 



The London dog is grand, and tremendously imposing, 
Has always been on time, and was never found dozing. 



The Berlin dog is slow, and studies very hard, 
But when a thing he learns it never can be barred. 



The African dog is dark, and, as a rule, suspicious. 
His treatment has been bad, and by some dogs most 
malicious. 



The Egyptian dogs are old, and deal in metaphysics. 
Their monuments tell the story in their ancient hier- 
oglyphics. 



The Austrian dogs are busy, as busy, as little bees. 
They sing all day and night the charming Tyrolese. 



The Filipino dog is a quality uncertain and a quan- 
tity unknown, 

But of one thing there's no doubt, he does not want our 
bone. 



The Italian dog rare music makes, 
While his monkey a collection takes. 



With a heavy eye and a dreamy look, 
The German dog is fond of his book. 



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The noble Suisse with his master goes out walking, 

For good breeding he is famous, and does little talking. 



Russia's dog wears furs and rides in a sleigh. 
Isn't at all particular what anyone may say. 



The Turkish dog of goodness bare, 
Manufactures rugs that are very rare. 



Erastus had a preaching dog, and they called him old 
Infernal, 

He would no more miss a horse race, than would a Ken- 
tucky colonel. 



Farmer John had a dog by the name of Elam Pugh. 
He was a busybody and kept the village in a stew. 



An English dog by the name of Barlow, 

Started on a visit to Monte Carlo. 

Advice was not heeded, on spending he was bent, 

And before the week was passed, he had lost every cent. 



LXI. 

SCRUPULOUSLY HONEST. 

A farmer and his son went one morning to a distant 
part of the extensive farm of several thousand acres, with 
the intention of working there all day, and took with 
them a basket of food. Before noon, they received a call 
to return to the house at once, as one of the smaller chil- 
dren had met with an accident. They started immediately, 
and in the hurry, forgot all about the basket of food. 



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The farmer had an old dog, named Saturday Afternoon. 
(The name was given him because he acted in a most 
peculiar manner on Saturday afternoons. He had got- 
ten a sort of half holiday notion in his head, — he always 
protested with loud barks when the horses or oxen were 
hitched-up for work, on the last half day of the week.) 
The old dog remained as guardian over the basket of 
food all day and the following night, until the next morn- 
ing. When the farmer and son returned to the spot to 
prosecute their work, they found the dog guarding the 
basket, though he had not touched a single thing. When 
the honest old dog, hungry and thirsty, saw them coming, he 
ran towards them and then back to the basket, seem- 
ing proud that the basket was just as his master had 
left it, undisturbed, although he was suffering from hun- 
ger. What would be said of a man possessing a character 
so honest, so loyal, so trustworthy, and absolutely incor- 
ruptible as the faithful dog? He would be canonized a 
saint, and become a theme for poets. 



LXII. 

SHORT STOEIES OF INTELLIGENT DOGS. 

In Paris, a dog caught a thief in the act of robbing 
its mistress's pocket of her purse. The dog made the 
fact known to its mistress by barking — pulling at her 
dress, and seizing the thief by the leg. He at once 
returned the purse. 



A lady after reaching the age of seventy-five years, was 
compelled by the circumstances of her experience through 
a long life, to believe in the immortality of dogs, if man 



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is immortal. She had always owned dogs, and to the 
credit of the canine race, not one had ever proved un- 
faithful towards her, while from man she had suffered 
untold wrongs, and unkind treatment. 



LXIII. 

THE PAPER AXD MAGAZINE DOG. 

QUILL. 

A gentleman related the following story of his dog 
that would go after his morning paper, and for a monthly 
magazine, he was in the habit of reading. The paper 
was one penny. On one occasion the newsdealer had 
sold all of the papers when the dog called for his mas- 
ter's paper. The dealer gave the dog a copy of another 
daily, selling at the same price, but Quill declined to 
accept the substitute, and shook his head, and seemed 
greatly provoked, that he could not be furnished with 
the paper he wished — that his master read daily. The 
newsdealer sent his boy to another stand a block or two 
away, and there secured a copy and brought it to Quill, 
who was much delighted. When the paper was> given 
him, he examined it most critically, and acted as if he 
thought an attempt was being made to palm off some- 
thing that was not what he wanted. When the date of 
publication for the magazine arrived, Quill was shown a 
former copy and given a shilling, and the fact made 
known to him that a copy was desired, he would go at 
once to the newsdealer and put his nose on the magazine 
his master wished, and put down the money. Once 
when he visited the dealer for the magazine, it had not 
reached him, and Quill looked all over the magazines 



122 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

on the counter, and turned them over, searching for the 
one he- was sent for, and making the place look as if it 
had been struck by a small cyclone. The money was 
returned to him, and the newsdealer wrote a note to Quill's 
master, telling him that the magazine had not come. 




LXIV. 

WIEK. 

This dog was unique in his way. He was a great pet 
of the grandmother in the family where he belonged. She 
attended to the feeding of the chickens and gathering the 
eggs. The dog was accustomed to following her when 
she went after the eggs with the basket. Some of the 
nests were under bushes, and difficult to reach. The grand- 
mother taught Wirk to go under the bushes after the 
eggs, which he enjoyed doing, and every day, when the 
first hen began to cackle, indicating that she had depos- 



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ited an egg in the nest, Wirk would jump almost as high 
as a fence, and run to the grandmother, and pull at 
her dress, trying to let her know that it was time to go 
after the eggs, as he heard a cackle. The grandmother 
concluded she could teach him to take the basket and 
get the eggs. She gave him the basket, and pointed to- 
wards the hennery, giving him to understand what she 
wished him to do. Wirk comprehended her meaning, and 
at once bounded off at a furious rate, and gathered the 
eggs, and brought them to his mistress, setting the basket 
down in front of her, barking and wagging his tail 
with pride over his success in fetching them. 

But one day Wirk met with a mishap. After he had 
gone into the barnyard with, the basket to collect the eggs, 
the gate was closed by some one, and he could not re- 
turn to the house in the usual way. After barking a time 
and no one appearing, he attempted to go through the 
space between the two top rails or boards of the fence, and 
the opening being too small for him and the basket, he 
very naturally made a mess of it. He jumped, and the 
rim of the basket struck the fence, and out went most 
of the eggs in a broken mass. Poor Wirk was in a peck 
of trouble. He set the! basket down and gathered up 
the broken shells. Some of the shells held portions of 
the egg, and in picking them up, he got his mouth, lips 
and jaws, and the lower part of his head all smeared with 
the yellow of the egg, giving him a, most grotesque and 
reckless look. 

He began barking. When the grandmother heard him, 
she went to the gate, opened it, and the sight of the 
wrecked eggs and Wirk's unsavory condition, drove her 
into spasms from laughter. 



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LXV. 
JUMBO AND DOT. 

Two dogs could not have been in greater contrast than 
the big Newfoundland Jumbo, and the little black and 
tan, Dot. 'They both belonged to the same master. 

Jumbo was a dog of the very best character in general; 
but he would sometimes fight other dogs. It seemed to 
be his one besetting sin. He was so big and powerful that 
he usually got the best of his victims, and escaped with 
very little injury himself . But his bad example cost poor 
little Dot many a day's suffering, for between the two 
dogs there existed an attachment so close that one was 
never seen without the other. They ate their food out of 
the same dish, and when Jumbo went to sleep, Dot always 
climbed to his neck and took a nap himself, almost hidden 
from view in his shaggy hair. 

When Jumbo started out to fight a dog, Dot always 
played the same part in the game, though he had been 
hurt so many times that one would have thought he 
might have learned wisdom by experience. While Jumbo 
attacked from the front, Dot attacked from the rear, by 
setting his teeth firmly into the enemy's tail ; and no mat- 
ter whether he were up or down, Dot still held on, with the 
result that he was often flung into the air, and as often 
beaten to the ground. It was the opinion of everybody 
who saw one of these fights that Dot would have died 
rather than let go. 

When he emerged from the melee bruised and covered 
with dirt, his delight knew no bounds at the way Jumbo 
treated him; for the great fellow never failed to help 
clean his little assistant up, by washing him with his 
tongue, and rubbing his great paws over him. 

It was a pity that such a good hearted dog as Jumbo 



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125 



seemed, at such times could not have learned the self-con- 
trol which would have taught the little fellow who looked 
to him for a leading, better tricks. 




LXVI. 

THE BOOT AND SLIPPER DOG. 

LAMBKIN. 

An old Scotch minister had a dog who brought his 
master's slippers when he reached home at night, and 
took his boots to the servant to be polished, and carried 



126 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

them back to his master's door in the morning. If the 
door was closed he would give a bark, to let him know 
that his boots were at the door. Should the door be closed 
at night, so he could not enter for the boots, he'd bark, 
and when admitted take them and leave at once. 

When there were visitors, he would take their footwear 
to the servant to be polished and return them to theii 
proper rooms without mistakes. 

As a member of his master's household he performed 
with the greatest propriety his part of the hospitality 
of the home. No one ever visited the clergyman who 
was not impressed with the dignity and gracious bearing 
of has dog, Lambkin, a fine specimen of a collie. Lamb- 
kin's face indicates character and much intelligence. His 
master always treated him as if he possessed a soul, and 
believed if he could talk, that he would astonish all with his 
wisdom. 



LXVII. 
KOAK 



Eoan was a dog with a poetic imagination. 

He loved the beautiful, no matter what the station. 

One of the most curious dogs in the city of Boston, was 
Roan, who enjoyed only the beautiful things in life. He 
was depressed by gloomy weather, or anything that par- 
took of the dismal side of existence. If he saw an 
old man with a crutch, or a blind woman, or a poor 
badly-fed horse, pulling a big load, or if the sun did not 
shine, and the streets were muddy, or the pavements not 
well swept, or he saw ragged children going to school, or a 
horrid man beating a donkey, or an Italian making a 



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monkey dance in the snow, or heard boys use bad lan- 
guage, and saw girls quarreling over trifles and doing un- 
kind things to each other, or a poor dog limping 
from being struck with a stone by some one who delights 
in hurting animals, or saw a mother bird in distress 
over the loss of her young that were stolen from her 
nest, or if the moon were hidden behind clouds, or the 
stars unseen, all these things produced in him a feel- 
ing of unutterable sadness and sorrow. After going about 



through the crooked and winding streets of the city, he 
would go to his home, and weep over the experience 
he had passed through in observing the dark features of 
life, the unhappy conditions of living creatures carry- 
ing burdens almost too heavy to bear, with no prospects of 
anything better than one long, rayless night of struggle and 
toil. But it is said, "Every cloud has a silver lining," 
and so it was with Eoan's spirits; they would go up and 
down like a barometer. 



128 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

When all the following events come about, 

Roan will feel that the millennium has arrived. 

The police can be discharged — the missionaries called 

home, and armies disbanded. 
When corporations have souls, 
When all speech shall be in one language, 
And the eleventh commandment in active practice. 
When men -are respected for their moral worth — 
And not on account of a massive scarf-pin spread over 

a shirt-front. 
When to be born in poverty is no disgrace, 
And the Krupp cannon works are turned into a ping pong 

factory. 
When a tramp has optimistic views of life, after sawing 

a cord of wood for a breakfast, 
And the owl becomes hilarious, and sings, "Listen to the 

mocking-bird." 
"When the organ grinder is heard no more at night, 
And wheat sells for one dollar a bushel. 
When cyclones burst before they reach us, 
And cats become speechless, and howling dogs learn to 

sing. 
When every wrong will be righted, 
And the unruly tongue of the scandal monger fastened 

at both ends. 
When great inventors will benefit by their genius, 
And not be compelled to part with brain products for a 

week's board. 
When worry, discontent and all unhappy conditions of 

man, beasts and birds are swept away into the mists 

and fogs of eternal space, never to return, 
And the monkey has been given the franchise. 
When character alone counts, 
And snobbery goes to the rag-bag. 



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When orators of mellifluous speech will remember that men 
have been talked to death, 

And letter postage has been reduced to one cent. 

When the human race take a five-years' rest, 

Spent in thought and self-improvement. 

When beasts of burden are treated humanely, 

And profanity is heard no more. 

When prize-fighting is a lost art, 

And vivisection is stamped out forever by public opinion 
and legal statute. 

When capital and labor fall into each others' arms. 

And all humbugs become non est. 

When every man does the best he can with the wit nature 
has given him, 

And the fool killer has made his usual round. 

When one seeking a heavenly prize, has something be- 
sides singing in a bass voice, "From Greenland's 
icy mountains," 

And fashions remain in style a month. 

When the cowboy writes his mother a weekly letter of every 
word that proceeds from his mouth, 

And the rainbow of hope smiles on every despondent 
soul. 

When there are more Chesterfieldian coins abroad, 

And less of the parvenu mint. 

When mobs, revolutions and strikes have no page in his- 
tory, 

And the lamb and tiger lie down together. 

When a', commonplace statement can be made without 
decorating it with exaggerations of elephantine pro- 
portions, 

And yea, yea, and nay, nay, are in vogue. 

When people with exquisite sensibilities are not compelled 
to rub against hard conditions, 



130 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

And few imitators of the prodigal son run loose. 

When all salute genius, great minds, learning, wits and 
poets, 

And not money hags. 

When the mistress will not devote more than twenty- 
three hours out of twenty-four to her poodle, 

And everybody enjoys the measles when young. 

When men stop catching fish with hooks, 

And the tax schedule of the millionaires are honest. 

When asses cease braying, 

And the tranquil notes of the nightingale are heard 
instead. 

When hazing ceases, 

And college boys become respectable. 

When wars are ended, 

And China sends for the Salvation Army. 

When whips become curios, as relics of barbarism, 

And chickens no longer are frightened at the sight of a 
parson. 

When we cease finding fault with other's errors, and over- 
look stupendous faults in ourselves. 

And the counterfeiter is troubled with remorse. 

When old maids and bachelors are compelled to sing daily 
a wedding march, 

And the rich will not cut respectable, poor relations. 

When every one, deep down in blank despair, will remem- 
ber, there is joy behind each sorrow, 

And all Chinamen are sent back to the Flowery Kingdom, 
C. 0. D. 

When morality has reached a state that you can leave 
a pocketbook on your doorstep at night, and find 
it undisturbed the next morning, 

And heaven's benediction has been pronounced upon trust 
corporations. 



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When the just man shall be in evidence, 

And children are no longer threatened by the bogie man. 
("He will catch you if you don't.") ■ 

When "order/ 7 heaven's first law, becomes a reality and 
not a theory, 

And the milkman's cart has rubber tires. 

When Mary is not degraded to Mamie, and Victoria to 
Vic, 

And poetry can be propagated by electricity. 

When gossiping becomes a painful enjoyment, 

And pork and beans appear on all menus in italics, 

When doing good to an enemy is a pleasure, 

And the punster fades into obscurity. 

When gentle manners and a quiet voice outweigh osten- 
tation and vulgar wealth, 

And the despondent tramp is fired with lofty aspirations. 

When the underfed and overworked horse is retired on 
a pension, 

And a waiter declines tips with a scornful visage. 

When the sweet and welcome musings of the babe, and 
the twitter of the birds is heard on every hand, 

And the mother-in-law is a popular personality. 

When anthropology and predestination and the Milky 
Way are understood by the average cab driver. 

And the vocal cords of the huckster are turned to softer 
tones. 

When the auctioneer is on friendly terms with the truth, 

And the oyster is allowed to speak his mind. 

When doing unto others, as you wish them to do unto 
you, is an every-day enterprise, 

And not a holiday diversion. 

When auburn-haired women and freckled-faced girls re- 
frain from wearing bright scarlet, 

And seranaders play something besides the "Sad Sea 
Waves," and "Over the Hills to the Poor House." 



132 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

When an office seeker resigns his claim to an office in 
favor of a competitor, and prays at an open win- 
dow that he may secure it, 

And the stipend of the clergyman is doubled. 

When a perishing world is given an outing from slang, 

And novels of iridescent hues are dead stock. 

When every man's word will be on a par with spot cash, 

And the blustering political trickster has been lassoed. 

When all lacerated hearts are healed, 

And women are not compelled to do any kind of menial la- 
bor. 

And every community is supplied with a German band. 

When monuments pierce heavenward commemorating 
deeds of self-sacrifice in private life, 

And the public-school teacher receives an increase. 

When we shall not have in our physical being a single 
ounce of misgoverned energy, 

And no one so poverty-stricken in language as not to give 
thanks for the return of a lost purse. 

When the moral barometer indicates a high mark in char- 
acter, 

And every farmer endeavors to make two blades of grass 
grow where only one grew before. 

When the man pursuing an occupation beyond his intel- 
lectual capacity, will try something less complex 

And enrich the world on a lower plane. 

When all will comprehend the true meaning and dignity 
of life, 

And the know-alls know enough to keep silent one day 
in seven. 

When men put forth the same consuming zeal in a good 
cause, that they do in committing crime, 

And the sun shines in shady places. 

When all can afford Blue Points for dinner, 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 133 

And drink tea out of egg-shell china. 

When all men and women grow old gracefully, 

And hair-dye is no longer an article of commerce. 

When we set up for ourselves a high ideal, and live ac- 
cordingly, 

And the treasury of all churches has a surplus. 

When the hard-worked tramp lies down to pleasant dreams, 

And his cheeks are dimpled with emotions of future 
triumphs. 

When anarchists practice pistol-firing upon themselves 
only, 

And mosquitoes migrate to an uninhabited island, for a 
permanent stay. 

When no more girl-babies are named Jerusha, Betsy, 
Vorgee, Triposy, and Malinda, 

But instead, after fragrant flowers. 

When any pension is too small for the patriot who stands 
between bullets and the flag. 

When every farmer's boy does not declaim with pointed in- 
flections Catiline's last speech in the Eoman 
Senate, 

And the doors of all bird cages are opened, and the winged 
prisoners set free. 

When a South African War proclamation is read to the 
old market woman who sells eggs fragrant with ill- 
health, 

And the dairyman has ceased diluting pure hydrant water 
with thin milk. 

When every individual will have just about what suits 
his or her constitution^ 

And all legislation will be the greatest good to the great- 
est number. 

When we have more Washingtons and Jeffersons devoting 
their retirement from public life to noble purposes, 



134 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

And fewer ex-Presidents engaged in hooking fish and shoot- 
ing birds. 

When corporations divide a small percentage of their profits 
with employees, 

And justice and equity are the ruling forces of the world. 

When all act on the principle that an ounce of content- 
ment is better than a ton of gold worriment, 

And more Carnegies appear, and lift the intellectual hori- 
zon to a higher plane. 

When politics becomes an honest profession, 

And all yard-sticks are thirty-six inches long. 

When men tell the truth in selling horses, 

And a pound weighs sixteen ounces. 

When women say complimentary things about other wom- 
en's bonnets, 

And big plaids and broad stripes go out of fashion, 

When speeches in Congress are not made to the galleries, 

And vegetarianism is the practice of mankind. 

When tariff laws are just, 

And clothing cheap. 

When the jolly barber shaves you in silence ; omitting the 
political questions of the day, 

And the merits of his dandruff cure. 

When a Sioux Indian kneels upon the cold, damp earth, 
and prays for his pale face brother, 

And the chirping cricket, thrush, and blackbird sing to- 
gether. 

When we remember kindnesses shown us, 

And forget to dwell upon our own generous deeds. 

When sterling worth must no longer step aside, 

And the snob go to the front. 

When the cracksman changes his occupation from break- 
ing locks, 

And pursues the study of German philosophy. 



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When an uninterrupted silence reigns in a sewing bee, 

And the members are all of one mind. 

When the henpecked husband no longer sighs for a title 
clear to a mansion in a foreign country, 

And the nationality of Moses Skinowsky is no more in dis- 
pute. 

When something to eat is given a beggar's stomach rather 
than a prayer for his soul's salvation, 

And sympathy is given the donkey swallowed by a boa con- 
strictor. 

When street-car conductors imbibe civility, and refrain 
from "step lively," addressed to elderly people, 

And the chestnut man evolutes to a higher plane. 

When shop girls accept gracefully their position of having 
to work for a living, 

When we look stern realities in the face, 

And make arrangements accordingly. 

When men claim position on their merits, 

And do not bank entirely on the reputation of ancestors. 

When we arrive at a stage of development where we are not 
puffed up by prosperity or depressed by adversity, 

And busybodies remember the fate of Lot's wife, who 
merely looked back, but didn't say a word — salt ! 

When we enjoy greater pleasure in giving than in receiv- 
ing, 

And all honest efforts of men and women are rewarded. 

When we estimate ourselves on the basis of what we are 
intrinsically, 

And not on what the world may say of us, 

When man has reached a point where he can control 
himself, an achievement greater than taking a town, 

And bad men reform and cut the acquaintance of his 
majesty below. 



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DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 




LXVIII. 
EOX. 



Kufus Johnson was a farmer. He lived about four miles 
from the town where he sold the produce he raised on his 
place, wheat, corn, vegetables, and fruits of various kinds. 
His apple orchard brought him considerable revenue. 
Johnson was an industrious farmer, but had a weakness 
for apple jack and whiskey, and every time he went to 
town, he got drunk. On one of his trips, when he had 
taken a load of apples, he indulged in so much liquid, that 
he was incapable of guiding his team of two old mules 
home. He was lucky, however, in having a dog that 
helped him out in emergencies. When returning home, he 



IN FROSE AND RHYME. 137 

always bad Kox get in the wagon and ride with him. On 
this particular journey back to the farm, Johnson was 
just able to get in. the wagon, and start the team home- 
ward. Eox sat on his haunches and forefeet on the floor 
between the seat on which Johnson rested his limber body 
and the dashboard. They had not gone far, when the 
whiskey and apple jack Johnson had imbibed too freely, be- 
gan to ferment, and he was oblivious to every- 
thing about him. He fell over, lying on the seat, 
his legs dangling and almost touching the floor of the 
wagon bed. Tlhe country between the town and John- 
son's farm, was most interesting, and the village that lay 
between, was like a beautiful rose in a garden of flow- 
ers, and the land on both sides of the road, in a perfect 
state of cultivation. Here a farm with its undulating 
fields and grassy meadows, and beyond, a sloping hill- 
side covered with vineyards and fruit trees, an artistic 
house, with out-houses painted in colonial yellow. A little 
farther on, on the opposite side, a handsome villa and large 
grounds with rare shrubbery and playing fountains, and 
extensive garden in the rear. A little farther along, a 
more pretentious abode, with statuary and plants of rarest 
growth and choicest flowers, and walking about like mon- 
archs, dogs of the St. Bernard and mastiff breeds. Other 
places like these, were on either side of the thor- 
oughfare. 

It was an autumn day, the season of the sere and yel- 
low leaf. 

When the queer turnout of man drunk, dog and 
mules passed the boundary of the town, there was a glori- 
ous sunset of golden yellow. No doubt Eox enjoyed the 
glory of the scene, as he was in proper physical condi- 
tion, and the road to the farm led westward, but the gor- 
geous brilliancy of the sun's setting meant nothing to 



138 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

Eufus Johnson in his drunken stupor. He might claim, 
when told of what he had lost, that he had seen a thousand 
golden sunsets — but the sun never goes down twice alike. 

When Johnson fell over, the reins dropped from his 
hands, but were picked up at once by Rox, and held 
firmly between his teeth, and he guided the team safely 
to has drunken master's home. 

When the village was reached, there was something 
of a sensation. The wagon was followed by a numerous 
crowd of men and boys, such as are seen about the streets 
in a little hamlet in the evening. All sorts of questions 
were asked of Johnson while lying in his half-way hori- 
zontal position, but he was too full for utterance, and Eox 
was busy driving the mules ; he looked neither to the 
right, nor to the left. The men and boys made so much 
noise, that Johnson roused, just enough to know there 
was something going on, that was a little bit out of the 
usual, and he called out, "Rox." This he could do when 
his tongue was too thick to say anything else. It was a 
guttural sound, though, as if it came from some- 
where between his floating ribs, and was far from being 
as clear as a bell. 

A short distance from the farm was a hill, and 
when they arrived there, Rox backed himself against 
his wretched master, to keep him from falling to the 
floor. Soon the gate was only a few paces away, and 
Mrs. Johnson was seen standing on the porch of the farm 
house, watching the approach of the familiar team, 
but Rufus was not in sight, and she noticed the crowd 
of boisterous men and boys, and could not make out what 
it all meant. She started for the gate, going down 
the lane that led from the road to the stable yard. Jonm- 
son was still too drunk to know where he was, but grasped 
the situation, when he heard the shrill, sharp voice of 



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139 



his wife ring in his ears, just as the menagerie turned 
into the lane. When she saw the rotund form of the man 
she took for better or for worse thirty-five years before, 
her first salutation was, "Rufus, you can never go to town 
without getting drunk. You haven't as much sense as 
the dog, for Rox keeps sober." 




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LXIX. 
ALPINE HOUND. 



For clean habits and good manners none excel the Alpine 

hound, 
And for other exalted traits, his equal cannot be found. 



140 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

Of all the different kinds of dogs in the world, 
the Alpine hound, of which the above is a picture, stands 
among the first, as a well-behaved and well-mannered 
dog. He never goes about with his head down, but car- 
ries himself with a lofty dignity that scorns mean things, 
and that would do credit to a high order of human in- 
telligence. He never snarls or growls, and seldom barks. 
His habits are clean. He never lies down where his fine 
cream colored coat of hair would get soiled in the least. 
Notice how attentively he listens to the lady speaking to 
him, and how perfectly quiet he is,, as immovable as 
a sphinx, or an Egyptian pyramid. He has better man- 
ners than some men and boys you have seen. They would 
be moving about when spoken to, resting on one foot, then 
on the other, and putting their hands in their pockets, and 
doing all kinds of unhandsome things. The hound has 
beautiful, expressive eyes, and refined countenance, in- 
dicating a rare and noble nature. 



LXX. 



STORIES OF ONE HUNDRED DOGS. INTEREST- 
ING, FUNNY, AND QUEER. 

Boxi had eyes large, tender and dark, 
With fine, gentle ways, and a musical bark. 
He made many friends, and enemies none, 
And, of course, always had the best of Bath Buns. 



Masso, with his innocent look and pathetic bark, 
Was on friendly terms with a meadowlark. 
The lark sang as a lark only can, 
And when it finished its song, away it ran. 



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There are people who believe that dogs have souls, 

And live in eternity while time ever rolls. 

Be as it may, they are faithful and true, 

And deserve at our hands the best we can do. 



Bijou is a Newfoundland with a grave and solemn air, 
With him, you must not trifle, just see his steady glare. 
Sometimes he'll disappoint you with all his sterling traits, 
But is in the main, reliable, and in most things up-to-date. 



I am a little black and tan, not very large, but two years 

old; 
I have a lovely mistress who never scolds. 
She gives me a daily bath, and I do not take a cold, 
For she rubs me very well, and in a blanket rolls. 
We then enjoy an airing in the one-horse yellow trap, 
And before the time for luncheon, I take my usual nap. 
I am a lucky dog, luckier than many I know, 
While I have the comforts of home, others have nowhere 

to go. 
I think of the homeless dogs, who often go hungry to bed, 
And wish I could better their lot, at least, so they were 

always fed. 



Squire Hopkins had a dog by the name of Trico Eough, 
He carried everything before him, by a big game of bluff. 



A Chinese dog by the name of Lee, 
Was never accused of much talkee, 
His business was to wash the entire day, 
With very little time for fun or play. 



142 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

Palatino was a dog very proud of his blood, 

For he traced his family tree farther back than the flood. 

Was invited by Noah to step aboard the ark, 

Without a good reason was never known to bark. 



Sisto was a poet, and verses he could write. 
When his pen did something splendid, 
He'd jump higher than a kite. 



Saffo was bewitching with eyes so large and blue, 
She thought her way of doing things the way for other dogs 
to do. 



Quintilo was) punctilious, you could always depend on him. 
Was never seen when things went right without a broad, 
broad grin. 



Quatro was a dog always neat, clean and cool, 
And he never missed a day a*vay from school. 



Carlo was big, gentle and kind, 

And kept good-natured when old and blind. 



Eussi was a Spanish dog, and very, very fussy. 
Had a scrap with a Western chap, and came out a little 
mussy. 



A pert little woolly head by the name of Floridan, 
Kept everybody awake, and was spanked by Mary Ann. 



Kay was a dog that hated a lie, 

Before acting untruthful would rather die. 



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Pompey was proud of his form and elegant bearing, 
Bad manners and ill-breeding were to him very wearing. 



Robby's little dog was called Erie Lake. 
He cried all day for currant jelly cake. 



An Indian dog of the Choctaw tribe, 

Did his best a Chickasaw to bribe, 

But the latter was honest, and the offer refused, 

And for this noble act he was roundly abused. 



Fiddle Joe played "Through Georgia We March," 
With flute and drum and a blazing torch. 



Jumbo John has been a singer from the day he was born, 

With a voice as loud as an old fog horn. 

He could also sing you a song, a gentle little ditty, 

As low and sweet as a young pussy kitty. 



A ragged dog was Sambo Slump, 

He was carried off and thrown on the dump, 

For nobody liked Sambo Slump, 

He was only fit for the dump, dump, dump. 



An exquisite little dog w r as Finne Sickle Ream, 
He was very fond of peach ice-cream, 
When he had enough, would give his head a shake. 
Never wanted more than one piece of cake. 



Petro was pretty but not very good, 

His head was woolly and looked like a hood. 



Hanky Panky was an. English pug, 
He was as thick as a Dutch beer mug:. 



144 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

Was never happy unless in a fight, 

Until one day when he got a bad bite. 

Then he decided it was best to behave, 

And ever afterwards when provoked, he forgave. 



The fleetest dog can run a mile, 

Before yon can get a chance to wink or smile. 



The slow and lazy dog was Toodles and always in the 

way, 
He looked very mnch like the German letter "K." 



The sober dog was Hauser Cob, 
He did nothing bnt sob, sob, sob. 



An Indian dog called Snow and Eain, 
Was honest and truthful, and not a bit vain. 



A lovely dog was an Irish setter, 

As clean and smooth as a newmade letter. 

He would not mingle with common dogs, 

Nor rub his paws on dirty logs, 

Was always bright and very, very clever, 

Had melancholy moods never, never, never. 



A neat young Spaniel was Scipio( Eix. 

He never went away without getting in a fix. 

On a recent visit to the city of Lear, 

He returned late at night minus one ear. 

It taught him a lesson he never forgot, 

Forever after he stayed at home on his own little cot. 



An Eastern dog made a Western trip, 
Formed the acquaintance of a dog named Grip, 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 145 

He politely asked Grip to give him a tip, 
But Grip made excuses and gave him the slip. 



Wampy laughed at a dog by the name of Whiz, 
Whiz resented Wampy's laugh and scratched his phiz. 



In the town of Dough, was a dog by the name of Rap, 
He was very particular about getting his daily nap. 



Jazel was ,a Swiss dog, and by nature romantic, 
His light was never hid, for he was most pedantic. 



From Ireland came a dog with slow and heavy tread. 
He lived on potatoes and went early to bed. 
His name was Pat O'Flarity, 
And of no one did he ask charity. 



An English terrier, a gay little duffer, 
Was known everywhere for being a bluffer. 



The Belgium dogs are proud, and have very much to do, 
In giving information about the battle of Waterloo. 



A Chinese dog, Sam W,ah Lee, 
Had a pigtail and did washee. 



Though hungry and thirsty, Watch would not steal 
Even a mouthful or two of the roast of veal. 



They named him Cheer on the day of his birth, 
And he remained cheerful while he lived on the earthi 
He was happy and contented, and was never known to 

scowl. 
In the village where he lived no one ever heard him growl. 



146 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

Marcias Madison had a dog who was big and wise-looking, 
He was familiar with the classics, as well as good cook- 
ing- 

A Parisian dog named Banjo Queer, 
Had a dancing foot and a musical ear, 
Was without reproach and had no fear. 
Belonged to a club, and wouldn't drink beer. 
His mouth was large and his eyes very clear, 
The way he could sing would draw your tears. 



Little dog Treco, was poor and without country or friends, 
He wanted something to eat and a little money to spend. 



Where is Wampy ? He is taking tea with a country friend, 
Said he would return when the fun's at an end. 



Edward's Newfoundland was quaint and very curious, 
On the smallest provocation, he would get in a rage most 
furious. 

Trogan brought a prisoner in, 
And received a medal of tin. 

Good dogs, like good boys have many, many friends, 
To them Santa Claus lots of presents sends. 



Reuben's hound was named Eunnymead. 
He lived on air and canary seed. 



In the village of Hopotop lived a dog named Toss. 
He had the reputation of being something of a boss, 
He thought he owned the place and all the dogs as well, 
But found he was mistaken, as one can't most always tell. 



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Sylph was a fairy dog, with feathery wings all white, 
Who floated through, the clouds like a comet or a kite. 
Was never heard to bark, or with other fairies fuss, 
Would fly away from one who got herself in a muss. 



The tricky dog was Eack Jack Mack, 

He always traveled with a hammer in his pack. 



The bossy little dog was Pampo Bun, 

He kept all the dogs on the run, run, run,. 



The sweetest little terrier was Yankee Doodle Dandy, 
Famed far and wide for giving away his candy. 



Pop-corn Jingle belonged to Farmer Dobb, 
He had a little brother by the name of Stocky Bob, 
Who always said his prayers before going to sleep, 
And didn't care a cent if other dogs would weep. 



I am known far and wide for being tall and slim, 

And go by the name of Pickaninny Jim. 

My business is to travel and have some fun, 

Slip into houses and steal a toothsome bun. 

On a recent trip to Paris, I met little Joe. 

Having a lot of sport on a lady's big toe. 

He was very small, and could hide in a pocket. 

And when he was discovered, would go off like a rocket. 



Boodle was a pug, and as broad as he was long. 
He was just as clumsy as an old Dutch tong. 
Boodle was original in many of his ways. 
He one day set his house on fire and went up in a blaze. 
He had many times been told never to play with fire, 
But he thought it was electric and just ran through a 
wire. 



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Julius had a dog by the honored name of Sears, 

He was known as a canine who was always shedding tears. 



A hunting dog with a pointed face and a slender tail, 
Never lost the game when once upon its trail. 



A flip flop dog with a lop flop ear, 

Was always mousing about to see what he could hear. 

One day at eavesdropping he was caught, 

And received a lesson that he felt was dearly bought. 



Farmer Johnson had a dog by the name of Pious Airs. 
He never went to bed without saying his prayers. 



An English dog with big and brawny paws, 

Was always on the lookout for dogs who broke the laws. 



Little Jimmie was neat and early went to bed, 
Always kept in mind what the wise dog said. 
After pulling up the blanket, about the room would peep, 
Then closing his little winkers, would at once go to sleep. 



An Indian dog, Flat Head by name, 
Went with his master after game. 
He never forgot the little pappoose, 
And often brought it a young wild goose. 



A stylish dog was Peco Hobby, 
Everybody said he was very nobby. 
He wore tan shoes and a, blue pink tie, 
A ruffled shirt, and a collar very high. 



Berty had a dog, and his name was Masso Birch. 
He was very good, for he always went to church. 



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Royal was a bulldog, and lived in old Kentuck, 

Was always ready for a fight, no matter what the luck. 



The poodle is a favorite, and in carriages does ride. 
He sits besides his mistress in place of a little child. 



Mr. Drake had a dog who spectacles did wear. 

He never went out calling when the weather wasn't fair. 



Some dogs to wickedness will pander, 
But they do not live with the Michigander. 



I live 'way down in Dixie, on the banks of the Jumbo 

River, 
My name is Foxy Watsey, and with life I am all a-quiver. 



The prettiest dog I saw was on his way to Rome, 
To learn to speak Italian before going home. 



The tallest dog I saw was five feet ten, 

And was called by his friends Hoky Poky Ben. 



The shortest dog in Europe was Kinky Winky Wig, 
Not any longer than an infant guinea pig. 



The smartest dog in Europe, is Sir John Bull, 

Who has been in many a fight, and lost but little wool. 



Alvin/s dog whined because his name was Shuck, 
He believed it was the cause of all his ill-luck. 



Opulus, a California dog, with his mistress went abroad. 
He could speak in any language, and was not afraid of 
fraud. 



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Kogo was his name, and politics his profession, 
His forte was scattering vapor when Congress was in ses- 
sion. 



Mark had a dog he called Poker Patch, 
He could run up a pole and send a despatch. 
One day he quarreled and received a bad scratch, 
Besides he got burned while playing with a match. 



Tuny's little terrier she called Merry Sunshine. 
He was good-natured and was never known to whine. 



A rollicking dog was a German spitz, 
He went by the name of Snickelfritz. 
He was fond of beer and sauerkraut, 
But always knew what he was about. 



LXXI. 

DOG SAVED A PUPPY FEOM DROWNING. 

A farmer had a dog who one day brought him a brood 
of fine pups. Two were at once denied whatever pleas- 
ure they might have gotten out of life, and when the 
others were a couple of weeks old, it was decided to dis- 
pense with one more. This puppy was stealthily taken 
away while the mother's head was turned from her 
young, eating food. Not far from the place was a nar- 
row river, but rather deep in places, in which the puppy 
was thrown. It was taken there by two boys, one the 
son of the master of the place, and the other, a neigh- 
bor's boy. This neighbor had a big dog who followed the 
boys to the river. When the puppy was put into the 



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water, the dog ran in and brought it out, and laid it 
down in front of the boys. He did not understand 
that it was cast into the river purposely. His little mas- 
ter picked up a stick and drove him away, while the 
other boy threw the puppy again into the water. The 
big dog turned about just as the puppy was thrown in 
the second time, and heard the splash of the water, when 
he ran like a thing charged with lightning into the water 
and rescued the puppy a second time from drowning. But 
instead of putting it down in front of the boys, he car- 
ried it to his home, and laid it down behind a straw 
stack, and upon a bed of straw, and licked the water off 
of it until it was dry. He stayed right with the little 
thing, watching over it as a human mother would watch 
over her babe. When anyone came near, he growled with 
the fierceness of a wild beast. This act of the dog touched 
his master's heart, and he kept the puppy. The big dog 
and puppy were inseparable. They; ate and slept together. 



Another pathetic story is that of a Scotch terrier named 
Joy. The owner of Joy tells the anecdote: 

One day the dog presented the family with a group of 
six little terriers : five of them went the way a majority 
of a litter usually go. They were removed when the 
mother was absent from the kennel. When she returned 
and saw only one of her puppies, she seemed dazed, and 
at once began a search about the yard and gardens for 
the lost puppies. She kept this up all day and the next 
morning she again went on a hunt, looking into every 
nook and corner about the place. In Joy's search, she 
went into the wood-house, where a nest of young kittens 
were enjoying their first days of life. They were on a 
bed of straw in a wooden box, crawling about and seem- 



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ingly very happy. Joy took the kittens one at a time, and 
carried them to the kennel, and laid them down beside 
the one lovely little puppy, and watched over them with 
tenderest care. 

It was a singular freak in dog nature to do such a thing. 
But we presume the dog went on the principle that she 
was robbed of her puppies, and to get even with fate she 
stole the kittens. 




LXXII. 
SNOWBALL. 

One of the marvelous things in dog life is their won- 
derful intelligence, and the many feats they can be taught 
to perform. Little Snowball received his name because 
he looked like two snowballs attached. He was perfectly 
white, very graceful in his movements, and would do a 
great many things he saw children do. He would wash 



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his face, put his paws in a wash-basin that was set on 
the floor when the children washed, and he would dash 
the water on his head and splash it all over his body, and 
make as much noise nearly as an elephant in a pond. Then 
he would take a towel that someone gave him, and dry 
himself, and afterwards take a look into a mirror, and 
shake himself, and look at himself sideways, and seemed 
delighted with his appearance. 

When a number of the family started to go away from 
home, Snowball would kiss them good-bye. He would 
bark when they lifted him so he could kiss their cheek. 
This would please him greatly. One of his lovely traits 
was his thoughtfulness when anyone was asleep. He 
would go about quietly — make no disturbance. He would 
sometimes climb into bed and put his soft warm face 
against the sleeper, and if one snored, Snowball would 
snore in a way that would make a Chinese idol smile. 
Another trait of his was the manner in which he expressed 
his sympathy when one of the children got hurt and 
cried. He could groan and whine almost like a human 
being. If a child put its hands to its eyes to wipe away 
a tear, he would put a paw to his eyes, as if he was brush- 
ing away a tear. It was most comical. 

Snowball would sometimes make a very serious mis- 
take in imitating people. One evening he saw his mas- 
ter clap his hands over a lighted candle and put it out. 
Snowball thought that was great fun, so he watched his 
chance to put out a candle by clapping his paws as his 
master did his hands. The next evening the candle was 
lighted, and was placed on a table, and as it happened, a 
chair was near the table. He immediately jumped in 
the chair and then on the table, and stood on his hind 
legs; spread his paws and brought them together right 
on the burning candle and got badly scorched; all of his 



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woolly hair on his paws w;as burned' off. When poor 
Snowball took in the situation, he got down on the floor 
and rubbed his paws on the carpet. This put out the 
fire, and when his master saw his burnt paws, he under- 
stood how he came to be so badly scorched. Going 
to the table and going through the motion of putting out 
the light, he told Snowball to get on the table and put 
out the light. Snowball shook his head, as much as to 
say, "Thank you, not if I know what I am about. I don't 
make the same mistake twice." Another funny experience 
in the career of Snowball was his taste for lapping any- 
thing in liquid form. He could take a little bottle that 
had a neck small enough to grasp with one paw and with 
the other he would pull out the cork. It was laughable 
to see him pull out a cork, and smell of the contents, and 
then take a swallow. If it hadn't a pleasant taste he 
would make a wry face, just as children do. One day 
his mistress thought she would cure him of the habit, so 
she put some black pepper in a bottle of vinegar, and placed 
it where Snowball would see it and taste of it. He took 
a swallow and it burned his throat so badly, he could 
not eat anything for days. Ever afterwards, he would 
bark and act ugly if anyone pointed a bottle towards 
him. Snowball never had to be punished but once for the 
same offence. He had a good memory and never forgot 
anything. 

Snowball was delighted when he heard anyone jingle 
money. One of his admirers made a leather bag with 
a rubber cord around the mouth, to keep it closed, so 
the coin could not drop out, A band was attached to 
the bag and hung about his neck. He was very proud 
of his money, and would take hold of the bag with one 
of his paws and shake it vigorously to make it jingle. 

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walk lame, imitating an old colored man who lived in 
the neighborhood, and used two sticks to get along with. 

Snowball was fond of cats. When he was near a cat, he 
would draw up his back and look just as cats do when 
they get their backs up and are angry. 

Snowball was taught to take a spoon in his right paw 
"and dip it in a dish of milk, and take it out and lap 
it from the spoon. This was an extremely interesting 
trick, and no other dog was known to do it. He was very 
particular not to get a drop of milk on the floor. I have 
seen little boys get milk all over themselves, and on 
the table and floor, too. 

Snowball always picked up any crumbs that might drop 
on the floor when, eating bread or cake. 

Another of Snowball's accomplishments was taking a 
wisp broom and sweeping the hearth. He was called the 
four-footed house-maid. 

Snowball's master was an artist, and often he would go 
into his studio and see him at work. One day when 
the master was gone, Snowball got on the table where his 
brushes and paint were, and picked up a green paint 
brush, and began to rub it on the floor. His master re- 
turned and saw Snowball at work. He punished him for 
it, so that he would not some day go into the studio and 
ruin a painting that he had been at work on perhaps for 
years. 

One of the cutest things Snowball did, was to go in 
the room where his master's little boy slept, and pull 
off the bed clothing, when it was time for the boy to 
get up. Snowball was an early riser, and he liked to see 
the family up and about at an early hour. 

Snowball had a trick of jumping on the piano stool and 
getting on to the piano, and walking on the keys from 
one end to the other, and making all the noise he could, 



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He was always in a happy mood when there was music. 
When anyone was playing he would lie on his side, 
sometimes on his back and look towards the ceiling, and roll 
his eyes as if in a state of sublime enjoyment and ecstacy. 

Snowball's attitude when the family were at morning 
prayers, with his right paw over his eyes was so funny, that 
it was very hard for anyone to keep a straight counte- 
nance. He was spoken of as the little white praying 
saint. 

Snowball was quite an epicure and fond of delicacies. 
He liked candies. One of the little boys of the family 
had a red and white piece of stick-candy in his mouth. 
When the little boy sat down, Snowball jumped into his 
lap and caught hold of the candy and pulled it out of 
his mouth, and held it in his own just as the little 
boy did. He scampered away as fast as he could run. 
The little boy thought it was the smartest thing he ever 
saw a dog do, and when he had stick-candy afterwards, he 
always gave Snowball a piece. 

One of the things that gave Snowball as much fame 
or more than any of his other traits and accomplishments, 
was the good manners he observed when eating. When 
he celebrated his third birthday, he invited six of his 
intimate dog friends. His master had a low table made 
for the occasion, with low chairs to match. When Snow- 
ball saw it, he was in a very hilarious state of mind, and 
jumped in one of the chairs. His master made him put 
his paws under the table, just as well-bred boys and 
girls do when at table. When Snowball told the 
dogs to begin their repast, one of the dogs who was not 
as well brought up as Snowball was, wanted something 
on the other side of the table from where he sat and jumped 
upon the table to help himself. He knocked over the 
pitcher of milk, splashing it all over everything and mak- 



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ing a very bad mess of it. Snowball was greatly hu- 
miliated at the dog's manners, and got hold of the bad 
dog and pulled him from the table and to the door, and 
made him go home and never invited him again to his 
house. The other dogs behaved pretty well, except one 
who used both paws to hold his food when eating, instead 
of one. 

Snowball was fond of flowers, and when anyone came 
to the house that he had seen there before, he would go 
in the flower garden and break off a rose or some other 
kind of flower and give it to the visitor, and bark, as if 
he was very happy to be allowed the privilege of giving 
flowers. 

Snowball was noted for his thoughtfulness in 
being perfectly quiet when in the house. He never dis- 
turbed the family, but moved about like a fain'. He 
has been known to climb upon one's knees so quietly, that 
the person did not know he was there, until they saw him 
or felt his soft, woolly coat. 

Snowball grew to be quite old, and one day he was 
found stretched out beneath a large snowball tree, dead. 
It was such a fitting place for him to die, as Snowball 
was his name, and he looked like snowballs. They dug 
a hole at the very spot where he died and buried him, 
covering his grave with a mountain of flowers of many 
kinds. 



LXXIII. 

PAEIS POLICE DOG. 

SEIXE. 

The police department of Paris employ Xewfoundland 
dogs to watch along the banks of the river Seine, and 
rescue persons falling in accidentally, or who throw them- 



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selves in purposely to end unhappy lives. Eecently one 
of the police dogs dived into the river and brought to 
shore a man tired of life, and who had jumped into 
the water, that it might close over him, and end the 
miserable existence that had been his lot. Fate seemed 




ever against him. Nothing came into his experience that 
made life worth living. The blue sky overhead might cheer 
others, but to him it meant no joy. Even the right to end 
a wretched career was denied him by the dog that felt 
it a duty to save him from the drowning death he sought. 



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LXXIV. 



FAIRY DOGS HAVE A DAXCE. 



Orion was a mother clog. She had four little puppies, and 
when they grew up to be large enough to dance fairy-like, 
she sent word to all well-behaved fairy dogs to a coming 
out dance of her young puppies. Her invitations required 
that all who accepted, must come dressed either in silk 
tissue, swiss, or gauze, in colors or white. In that, how- 
ever, they could use their own discretion. In her cards of 
invitation she mentioned that to keep out uninvited dogs, 
she wished a password used, and when they appeared at 
the door, to say, "wah, wah.'" As the evening for the recep- 



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tion approached all was astir in the village, and the dogs 
who were not invited were, of course, very much disap- 
pointed. But Orion would not entertain dogs who failed 
to observe all of the proprieties of good dog society. 
When the evening arrived for the dance all was excitement 
about Orion's house, the air was filled with beautifully 
dressed fairy dogs flying about in a happy frame of mind, 
and as one after another flopped their wings against the 
door and barked "wah, wah," Orion and her four little 
puppies would receive them by flopping their wings, which 
meant welcome. When all had arrived the music began, 
and the dancing was started by Orion calling out, "Choose 
3'our partners," then for hours, the atmosphere was breezy 
with the flutter of their fairy wings. 




LXXV. 

DOGS MAY COME AND DOGS MAY GO, BUT 
SPEED GOES OK FOREVER. 

One of the most remarkable dogs that ever lived went 
by the name of Speed. He was never known to walk, but al- 
ways ran straight ahead. No matter what appeared in his 
way, he would jump over or under or through it. 

One day he started on a journey to the village, and 



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flying along like a race-horse, he clashed into an old coun- 
try woman trudging along in the middle of the road, on 
her way to market with a basket of eggs. As Speed whirled 
by her, the basket went in one direction, the eggs went off 
and up like sky-rockets, and the old lady was dumbfounded. 
She picked up her basket, and watched Speed as he dashed 
along. Then she espied in the distance an old colored 
man walking in the middle of the road, and she chuckled 
to herself, wondering what would happen to the old darky 
when the crazy dog, as she called him, caught up with 
him. "See how the rascal is running," she said to her- 
self, "he is very near the old man., he has caught up !" 
Speed poked his head between the old colored man's legs 
and upset the old chap, who tumbled over on the ground 
before he knew what had happened. He opened his eyes, 
and said, "I declar', this a great insult to Deacon Smith, 
and I want to know who frowed me down !" 

Then he saw Speed racing ahead, and he was very an- 
gry to think that he was knocked over by a dog. But 
as he was a good Christian, he did not use profane lan- 
guage. Speed flew along, and presently overtook a coun- 
tryman with a load of hay going to m-arket. The man 
sat on top of the hay and was right in Speed's way, so 
Speed jumped over the hay and struck the man's hat, 
and away it flew over a fence into a field. It was all 
so sudden, the man did not know what hit him, but in 
looking ahead of his horses, he saw a dog racing like a 
mad thing, hopity, skipity, jump. 

Wfaen Speed got to the end of the road there was a 
house in his way, and through it he went, making a big 
hole and upsetting a water pitcher on a table and delug- 
ing a colored girl by the name of Jerushy, who was mak- 
ing up a bed. She jumped over the stove and knocked 
a mirror all to pieces, and shouted, "Dis ain't no place 



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for dis chile, I don' wan' to stay in a house dat is hit 
by lightnin'. I'm goin' home. For de Lawd sake, take 
me back to old Virginny, where de niggahs is safe from 
lightnin' and sly coons. I nevah had such 'sperience in 
ma life. I thought for sure de Judgment Day was come." 
Speed ran along, and the next thing in his way was a 
little donkey with very long ears, who was lazy and was 
rarely seen to go faster than a walk or a trot. Speed 
jumped over his head and struck his ears and nearly 
knocked them off. He was flying along so fast, it almost 
frightened the little donkey to death. When he felt Speed's 
feet strike his ears and saw him disappearing in the dis- 
tance, his ears became loppy as a rag and hung down 
the side of his face. After this experience, whenever he 
saw a dog, he would drop his ears. When about a mile 
from where Speed ran over donkey, he came up to a 
drove of cattle that were being driven to the town mar- 
ket by two men. Tlhe cattle walked close together in the 
middle of the road. Speed was gaining very fast. He 
was jumping along about five feet from the ground. His 
path lay between the two men, and they were so close to- 
gether, that when his nose poked between them, he was 
going like lightning, and he knocked one of them to the 
right and the other to the left, and both lost their wits. 
They thought a cyclone and an earthquake had come to- 
gether. They were almost paralyzed, and when they gath- 
ered themselves and looked ahead, the cattle were all on 
a stampede except five or six that were lying scattered 
about on the ground, who had been knocked down by 
Speed and were gasping for breath. The men did not 
know what to do. They could see Speed in the distance. 
He seemed about the size of a ' small -kitten. 

The next sensation perpetrated by Speed, was his com- 
ing in contact with Mr. Moreland, the eccentric and by 



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far the most widely known man in the town. Mr. More- 
land always wore a full-dress suit, a silk hat, and pat- 
ent leather shoes, and carried a bouquet of exquisite flow- 
ers in his left hand. He was .a gentleman of severe ex- 
clusiveness, although polite, even to lifting his hat to a 
tradesman, or common laborer on the street. Those who 
were admitted to his house were few and of the most se- 
lect. No one ever took any liberties with him. He 
possessed a rare dignity and the grace of a Chesterfield. 

One day Speed was making a flying trip through the 
principal street of the town at a time when Mr. More- 
land was walking along. It was a small town, and as 
the walking in the middle of the street was better 
than on the pavement, — most everyone took to the cen- 
tre of the street. Mr. Moreland and Speed were going 
in the same direction, and Speed was on a direct line 
with the carefully dressed aristocrat. People who saw 
them and who knew of the dog's habits of running a bee- 
line, no matter who or what was in his way, wondered 
what would happen if Speed ran over or against Mr. 
Moreland. They stopped and watched the dogs progress 
with much anxiety. He flew along like a race-horse, 
nearer and nearer he approached the dignified Moreland, 
and passed him so close, that he struck his left arm, knock- 
ing! the bouquet of flowers ten feet away, and throw- 
ing him to the ground in the dust, his silk tile fly- 
ing over an iron fence into a door yard. All this occurred 
in less time than it takes to tell it. Mr. Moreland felt 
greatly humiliated, and offended to such a degree, that 
he petitioned the authorities to have the dog killed. But 
Speed was too swift even for them and escaped, and may 
be running yet. 



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LXXVI. 
PAUL AND YORKES. 



The story of Paul and his faithful dog Yorkes is one 
of pathos and tender friendship. 

Paul was left without parents or near relatives when 
only twelve years old. His mother died first When his 
father died and his burial expenses were paid, it took all 
that his fathei left to pay the debts, and Paul had to seek 
employment at once, which he found with an old 
woman who furnished food to workmen that were em- 
ployed in building a bridge. Paul's duties were to carry 
the food to the men at midday and do work about the 
house. 

Paul arranged with the old woman to be allowed to 
keep Yorkes. He wouldn't work for anyone that refused 
to let him have his best and, in fact, only friend stay 



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with him. Sometimes the fcod given to Yorkes seemed 
rather meagre for a big dog, then Paul would share his 
food with him. 

Paul's friends werr very fond of him, and often put 
their arms about his neck and shoulders caressingly. When 
Yorkes saw it, he acted a*little jealous. Yorkes would put 
his paws on Paul's shoulder and pull at him, which Paul 
interpreted to mean that he wished him to sit down, so he 
could put his paws about his neck. Paul sat down and 
Yorkes would put his paws about his neck and rub his head 
against his cheek in a most caressing and sympathetic man- 
ner. Xo human being could have shown more affection and 
gentleness than was shown by the faithful dog to his 
young master. 



LXXVII. 

KATHERIXE AXD HER DOGGIES. 

Little Katherine was one of the loveliest children that 
ever breathed the breath of life. When she was only 
six years old, her mind was occupied in thinking what 
she could do to make life pleasant for dogs and birds. They 
were her favorites! in the animal kingdom. The four 
young dogs in the picture ran after her whenever she 
appeared, and wouldn't leave her as long as she remained 
where they could be with her. She taught them many 
good principles, the greatest and most important was un- 
selfishness. When they were taken from their mother. 
Katherine fed them while they were young. All would lap 
milk out of the same dish, and get along quite amiably, but 
when they were a little older and were given solid food, they 
would snap at each other, acting as if they thought 
the others were getting more than their share. Katherine 



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cured them of that habit by not allowing the one that 
acted selfish and snapped to have anything at that par- 
ticular meal. In a little while, she got them all to act 
beautifully. She taught them to wait, when the food was 
brought, until all the dogs were there. It was a pretty 
sight to see two or three of the dogs down on their bodies, 
looking at the food — waiting and turning their heads about 
to see if the absent ones were coming. Nothing would, 
be touched until all were there. 




Another sweet and thoughtful act of little Katherine's 
was to have small wooden bird cages hung in -the trees 
of which there were many in the garden, and grounds 
surrounding the house. One day she saw a bird's nest 
lying on the ground, and the eggs were broken and the 
poor mother bird flying about in great distress. The 
nest was blown down during a storm. The branch on 
which the nest was built was broken off. When Katherine 
saw the misfortune that had befallen the mother bird, she 
thought and wondered what she could do to save such 



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mishaps occurring again. She had watched the slow pro- 
cess of building a nest, the birds carrying one straw at a 
time, taking weeks to complete it. The idea came to Kath- 
erine to have little cages made of wood, similar to the wire 
cages in which birds are kept, only very much smaller, and 
fasten them to strong branches of the trees, where the 
foliage was very thick. She wasn't certain that her generos- 
ity and thoughtfulness would be accepted, but decided 
to experiment with one which she had made. She put it 
up in a tree near the house and watched to see if a bird 
would enter it and make herself at home in a nest that 
would require no labor on her part. It had a top opening 
large enough for a bird to go in comfortably. Well, it 
wasn't but a short time before a bird lit on a branch 
near the cage, and after stretching its neck and looking 
it all over, entered and seemed perfectly happy. Straw 
had been put in and around the cage, so the bird wouldn't 
have to fly all over the neighborhood for material for the 
nest. The success of the experiment gave Katherine much 
pleasure, and she had a great many cages made and hung 
in the trees where the birds could lay their eggs and hatch 
the little birdies without much danger of having their 
nests blown to the ground and the eggs broken or the 
young killed if they had broken their shells, and were sit- 
ting in the nest. 



LXXVIII. 

EHYMES. 

Exquisite is the story 

Of a dog by the name of Glory. 

He was pretty and was neat, 

And for good manners was never beat. 



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His voice was soft and his bark was low, 
They sometimes called him little Joe, 
So his name would rhyme with Ohio. 

Timothy said, "Let us name him Bar, 
Because it rhymes with the Morning Star," 

Robert said, "We should call him Dose, 

So his name would rhyme with the red, red rose." 

Little Hebe would rather his name were Scotch, 
So it would rhyme with the good dog Watch. 

Lucy said, "I will call him and call him Soon, 
Then his name will rhyme with the fair, fair moon." 

Carolyn wanted him named Halowell,, 
So it would rhyme with sweet caramel. 

Georgie liked the name of Houghts, 

So it would rhyme with beautiful thoughts. 

Addie wanted to call him Reads, 

So it would rhyme with beautiful deeds. 

Little Crawford said, "Let us call him Peep, 
Because it rhymes with, 'Now I lay me down, to sleep.' " 

Eleanor said, "Please, name him Dome, 

So it will rhyme with 'Home, Sweet Home.' " 

Isabel said, "Let us call him Tarn, 

I should like it to rhyme with the name of Sam, 

Or, 'Mary had a little lamb.' " 

Judith said, "Why not call him Muff? 
What is the matter with' Blind Man's buff?" 

Marie wanted to name him Tie, 
For it rhymes with apple pie, 
And "Coming Through the Rye," 



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And he never had to sigh, 

For he never told a lie, 

And you couldn't make him cry, 

And we'll meet in the sweet bye and bye. 

Geraldine said, "We will call him Hattle, 
For he was never known to tattle." 

Tuny said, "Please, call him Pet, 

So it would rhyme with the sweet Violet." 

Azro said, "I would name him Nippy, 
It would remind us of the Mississippi." 

Walker said, "Let's call him Keim, 

To make it rhyme with the silver dime, 

And I wish I had a mine, 

And a dog that didn't whine, 

And go sailing up the Ehine, 

And invite my friends to dine, 

On everything but wine, 

Wouldn't it be sublime, 

If all these things were mine? 

But no telling what may happen to 

Little Peter Keim, 

Because he's very fine, 

And always found in line." 

Pansy said, "I would name him Piccadilly, 
And make him rhyme with don't be silly." 

Jonathan wished they would name him Bell, 
And remember the story of William Tell. 

Alexander said, "I would name him Dan, 
Make as many people as happy as you can." 

Monroe insisted they should call him Cone, 
To remind we must never be a drone, 



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And some day cross the raging foam, 
And climb St. Peter's dome, 
In the rare, old city of Eome. 

Cyrus liked best the name of Sewall, 

It rhymes with children are such precious jewels. 

Edward's name would be Pinky Winky Wig, 
So it would call to mind the little guinea pig. 

Marcellus would name him Pollynog, 
It's not much of a name, and he may not be much of a 
dog. 

Orlando said, "Call him Hawthorn Brook, 
And think of |Burns' poem f Lalla Eookh.' " 

Christopher would like him named Big Ben, 
To remind us of the name of William Penn. 

Henrietta wished they'd name him Clum ! 
Who doesn't like a fresh Bath bun. 

Willie said, "I'd name him Yank, 

So the name would rhyme with the great Mt. Blanc." 

Anna preferred to call him Tell, 

To make it rhyme with her dear blue bells. 

Hattie said, "I would name him Bake, 

The first Sunday-school teacher was Eobert Eaike." 

Genevieve said, "Let us name him Phil, 
To rhyme with the singing whippoorwill 4 
And the beautiful daffodil, 
And little birds I would not kill." 

Madison said, "Please, name him Lachet, 
And not forget George Washington's hatchet." 

Olive said, "Let's us name him Ball, 
Never giggle when a person falls." 



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Carrie said, "I would name him Facts, 
To make it rhyme with noble acts." 

Flora said, "Why not call him Cat, 
To make it rhyme with tit for tat?" 

Mansfield wished they would call him Gee, 

And think of the song, "My Country, ? Tis of Thee." 

Margaret liked the name Lionel, 

For the patriotic rhyme of Independence Bell. 

Elsie wanted to name him Keen, 

And rhyme with the song, "God Save the Queen." 

Lenore said, "I would name him Hale, 
To make it rhyme with the nightingale." 

Mary wished they would call him Tether, 

So the name would go with the famous heather. 

Irene said, "Let us name him kisses, 

So it will rhyme with the sweet Narcissus." 

Gertrude wished they'd name him Bold, 
To rhyme with the beautiful marigold. 

Alvina prayed to name him Hurd, 

And rhyme with the singing mocking-bird. 

Sedgwick preferred the name of Penn, 
Daniel wasn't afraid in the lions' den. 

Milton said, "I would name him Bark, 
And rhyme it with the meadowlark." 

Vincent wished him named Shang Crook, 
To rhyme forever with the babbling brook. 

Clinton said, "I would call him Dee, 
Because it rhymes with the deep blue sea." 



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Florence suggested the name of Toppy, 
And let it go with the far-famed poppy. 

Albertro wanted him named Little Rally, 
And live for all time with the lilies of the valley. 

Bertha said, "Why not call him Danny Boone, 
To have it rhyme with a little Alabama coon?" 

Quexie wished to name him Ream, 

For it would rhyme with a mountain stream. 

Carrie wanted him named Little Ned, 

For it would rhyme with get your supper and to bed. 

Dorothy wanted him named Honey Bees, 
Haven't you seen the big California trees ? 

Florence would call him Old Dog Tray, 
So it would rhyme with new mown hay. 

Eugenie said, "Let us call him Doe, 
Were you ever on top of a tallyho?" 

Andrew wished to call him Kent, 

It is better to be right than be President. 

Burnham thought there was nothing better than Hain, 
If you don't at first succeed, try, try again. 

Eeuben said, "Let us name him Peck, 

And be reminded of 'The Boy on the Burning Deck.' " 

Almeda wanted him named Bob White, 
To rhyme with the dog that would not bite. 

Fannie said, "Let us call him Yard, 
And rhyme with never be off your guard." 

Katherine begged they'd name him Cole, 
To make it rhyme with the oriole. 



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Kosaline said, "I would call him Seal, 
The flower of France, the Marechal Neil." 

No harm to call him East or West, 
While music charms the savage breast. 

Jennie Lind wished his name were Dot, 
To rhyme with my dear forget-me-not. 

Douglas, "I would give him a great name, I'd call him 

George, 
To remind us of his winter at Valley Forge." 

Percy said, "I would name him Nip, 

There is many a slip between the cup and the lip.' " 

Patrick hoped they would name him Crone, 
And make it rhyme with the Blarney Stone. 

Esther liked the name Quintell, 

And let it jingle with the Canterbury bells. 

Minnie would name him Tee To Turn, 
Ehyming with tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum. 



LXXIX. 
DANNY. 



Danny loved his dogs and his dogs loved him. 

It was a case of real love and not an idle whim. 

It is needless to say that Danny loved his dogs and 
had a humane heart for all animals. His face shows it 
and his looks from the top of his head to the sole of his 
foot tell it, whether he is sitting, lying down, or walk- 
ing about. The very atmosphere he radiates is one of 



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tender regard for the whole animal kingdom, especially 
for dogs. They are his particular pets. Dogs are the 
most sensitive of all animals; they can tell almost at 




a glance if a person likes them. Notice how contented 
and at ease the dogs are that hover about their young 
master. To touch him is their greatest delight. There 
is no expression of fear in their faces. They know they 



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will not be struck or hurt. What a look of reposeful 
confidence they exhibit in being near him. How much 
better it is to have the love and devotion of animals in 
return for kind treatment, than to have them fear us, and be 
in a tremble lest we strike them. Danny was well repaid 
for the humane treatment of his beautiful dogs by the 
pleasure they gave him in many ways. He loved to see them 
watch for his appearance at the door in the morning when 
he stepped out. All three of the dogs would jump on him 
and slip between his legs, and make a fuss over him, as if 
he had been away from home a long time. The dog Tiche 
was very heavy, and sometimes his weight thrown against 
Danny, would throw him over. Danny knew it wasn't done 
purposely and never punished Tiche for doing it. The 
other two dogs were named respectively Quad and Jok. 



LXXX. 
ELY. 



I am only a, little cur, 

A dog of low degree. 
My master ordered me not to stir, 

Until he comes back to me. 

Sometimes we find good traits in dogs of very com- 
mon stock, just as one often finds noble traits in people 
of low origin. 

A certain man had a little cur he called Ely, of a breed 
of dogs from which very little was expected in the way 
of dog intelligence. But this little canine possessed in- 
stincts that are found in the best blooded dogs. It 
happened one day, that his master found one of 
his gates to a cornfield down; it had become loosened 



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in some way. It was quite a distance from the 
house where he kept his tools, screws and nails. 
There was nothing to do, however, but to go and 
get what was necessary to repair the gate, and as there 
were cattle in the neighborhood that would get in the 
field if no one was stationed at the gate, the master didn't 
know what to do, but leave Ely to watch the gate if he 
could make him understand. So he called Ely up, and 




pointed towards the gate and towards the cattle, and told 
him to stay there until he returned. When the master re- 
turned, he found little Ely just where the gate would hang, 
and near him stood a neighbor of his who told him how 
faithfully the little dog had guarded the gate. He 
said he tried to coax him off, but not an inch would Ely 
He looted as if he would have said the verse at 



move. 



the beginning of the story, could he have spoken. 



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177 




LXXXI. 

THE STORY OF XOBLE WATCH. 

"Watch, was the name of the great, noble dog, the story 
of whose wonderful life this chapter will record. 

Watch was remarkable for the almost human intelli- 
gence he possessed. He was first named Blanc, the name 



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of one of the highest mountains in Europe, because he 
was so very large before he was three months old, and 
this seemed a most suitable name. When he was six months 
old, he became such a good watch-dog, that he was called 
"Watchy Blanc/' and when one would say "Watchy," he 
would wag his tail and seem greatly pleased, so he was 
re-named "Watch." By this name he was known far 
and wide, as a most faithful dog, and for possessing more 
intelligence than any dog in the country roundabout. 
When other dogs quarreled and had disputes, they would 
ask Watch to decide who was in the right and who was 
in the wrong, and they were always satisfied with his 
decision. 

The dog that was in the wrong had to apologize to the 
other and promise to be good ever afterwards. 

When Watch was only a few months old, he became a 
great favorite, and because his habits were clean and 
orderly, his master gave him a nice colored mat to lie 
on in a corner of the porch, on the eastern side of the 
house, where the family were in the habit of sitting in 
the springtime when the sun was warm and genial. He 
enjoyed the rug as much as the family did the comfort- 
ably shaped chairs and rockers. 

Before many months Watch outgrew the mat, and a 
part of his body had to lie on the floor. So his mas- 
ter got him a larger mat, and one day, when Watch was 
away from the house, the small mat was removed and 
the new one put down, in its place. His master thought 
he would like to see if Watch noticed the change in the 
mats, and when he saw him approaching, he went out on 
the porch. Well, I wish that all the dogs in the world 
and all the boys as well, could have seen how pleased 
and grateful Watch was when he saw the new mat. 

He would jump up and then lie down on it, and rub 



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his head over it, and stretch himself upon it, and show 
in every way possible how thankful he was for his mas- 
ter's kindness. Watch's good memory was one of the 
traits which early in his history commended him to all. 
People who were in the habit of visiting his master could 
walk up to the house without being barked at, or molested, 
but when a stranger appeared, Watch would not let him 
reach the house until some one came out and signalled 
him to let the visitor proceed. He would stand across the 
path in front of the unknown person and bark, and this 
announcement of a new-comer which was understood by 
the family would bring some one to the door. 

When a caller left the house, Watch would walk be- 
hind him to the gate to see that no flowers were taken 
from the flowerbeds with which the path was lined on 
either side. 

His faithfulness was another of Watch's good qualities. 
If he was told to watch any particular thing, he would 
stay by it until he was told to leave. 

One day his master told him to w r atch a piece of meat 
until he returned, but he was suddenly called to a dis- 
tant point, and did not return for several days. When 
he got back, he found Watch lying by the piece of meat, 
not having left it during his master's absence, denying 
himself food and water in order to be faithful to his 
trust. Such faithfulness is worthy to be carved in stone, 
or stamped in bronze, or remembered in verse. When 
Watch was three years old, his master's little boy about 
seven years old began going to school. The school-house 
was nearly a mile away. Sometimes there was no one to 
go with the little fellow, and Watch was taught to ac- 
company him to the school-house and then to return home. 
Then he was taught to go after him. On the first day, at 



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the proper time for Watch to return for his little mas- 
ter, his owner took out his watch and pointed to three 
o'clock as being the hour when school was dismissed, and 
ever after, Watch would go after the little boy without 
being told to do so. When he reached the school-house 
door he would give a bark, so that his little master would 
know his companion home was awaiting him, and when 
Arthur came out, Watch would show his pleasure by act- 
ing very playfully. After home was reached and supper 
eaten, Watch and his little master would go out under 
a. big spreading tree and lie down together on a bearskin 
rug, and when Arthur fell asleep, Watch would scarcely 
move lest he should awaken the little boy. 

Some boys could take a lesson from this sensible dog, 
for they have been known to make noises when people were 
trying to take an afternoon nap. Watch always slept with 
one eye open to see what was going on about him. He was 
a very good dog about keeping his appointments. If he 
invited his dog friends to an entertainment in his yard, 
he always expected them to come promptly at a certain 
hour, and if any of them came late, he would not invite 
them again. He would also specify the time when they 
were expected to take their departure, and all were ex- 
pected to bid their host good- bye and thank him for the 
pleasant time they had enjoyed. 

So it became known and understood that only dogs of 
good manners could enjoy the hospitality of Watch. It 
was a passport for any dog if he could say truthfully 
that Watch was a friend of his. Watch would not as- 
sociate with a dog that was not clean and decent in every 
way. Whenever he found a dog telling lies, he would have 
nothing to do with him, for a lying dog was an abomination 
in his eyes. 



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Watch took things seriously as a rule, but once in a 
while, he could indulge in some very funny pranks. For 
instance on a Fourth of July, he noticed that his master 
and all of his neighbors would celebrate the day by march- 
ing to a grove where music, patriotic speeches and re- 
freshments were enjoyed by large numbers. "If this 
is -the correct thing to do," thought Watch, "all of the 
village dogs shall be summoned to celebrate in like man- 
ner the sacred Independence Day." 

So when the Fourth of July arrived, Watch was up and 
about early, giving to each dog who was to take part in 
the celebration, a small American flag which was to be 
waved, as the dog procession marched through the vil- 
lage to the beautiful grove selected for the exercises. 

Watch being master of ceremonies and orator of the 
day, wore a red, white and blue sash, which made him very 
conspicuous, and which, upon a dog of his size, gave him 
a truly noble appearance. 

After refreshments were served, Watch jumped up on 
a barrel which contained lemonade, and before he began 
his speech, all the dogs barked, "Hurrah for the Glorious 
Fourth, and Hurrah for Watch !" 

When, order was restored, Watch began his speech by 
saying, "My country dogs, we have come together in this 
delightful spot under the shade of these familiar old trees 
which have protected us all through our lives from the 
burning heat of summer, to add our bark to theirs on 
this glad occasion. May their trunks open to receive our 
resolution of gratitude for the shelter they have ever given 
us beneath their cooling branches. We garland ourselves 
with their leaves, as we unite in singing a hymn written 
in their cause by one of our great poets." Whereupon- all 
the dogs sat up and sang, 



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"Woodman, spare that tree, 
Touch not a single bough, 
In youth it sheltered me, 
And I'll protect it now. 
Bow Wow Bow Wow Bow Wow Bow Wow Bow Wow Bow 
Wow Bow Wow Bow Wow !" 

They sang with great spirit and so much force and 
doggedness that the hills heard and the sea, as well as the 
trees. When the singing had ended, Watch continued, "We' 
have gathered here, my fellow dogs, for the purpose of cel- 
ebrating the day that gave us independence, which means 
that we may howl under these trees or anywhere else with- 
out asking permission of anyone. This, my friends, is a 
great privilege, a right for which our fathers fought for 
seven long and weary years, marching in summer's heat 
and winter's cold, and never complaining of the hardships 
they had to endure, but working with unflinching courage 
and devotion until independence was achieved, and our 
national bark honored and respected all over the world. It 
is, therefore, proper for us, the descendants of those noble 
dogs, to celebrate this day with music, speeches and lem- 
onade, and to swear by the great American flag, that we 
will protect it, if occasion requires, with, our lives. We 
have a right to be proud of our flag, for it means liberty 
of conscience, equal and exact justice to all dogs, whether 
native born or having come to this country from other 
lands. With these remarks, I will close, asking you to 
be good dogs, always remembering the rights of your neigh- 
bors, and trying to live up to the golden rule. I now 
propose three cheers for the Fourth of July. 

"You will now form in platoons, and march to the 
tune of 'My Country, 'Tls of Thee.' The band will then 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 183 

play, ' 'Way Down South in Dixie/ and our homeward 
march will conclude with f My Old Kentucky Home.' 

"You will take good care of your flags, and have them 
ready, nice and clean to use at any celebration we may 
wish to have in the future. We will now disperse, each 
going to his home, thankful for the pleasure enjoyed, and 
resolved to be better dogs than ever before." 

Watch had a police system in his village that was very 
fine. Dogs that violated any law were arrested and pun- 
ished according to their deserts. Every morning Watch 
held police court for an hour, to try dogs that were ar- 
rested during the previous night. The police dog that 
arrested the violators of the laws, brought them into 
court, and made the complaint against them. Some 
of the dogs would deny the charges, and many amusing 
disputes were heard. On a certain Monday morning, a 
lot of sheepish-looking dogs were brought into court. The 
first one tried was charged with breaking the Sabbath 
day. He was charged with howling all the afternoon, when 
the people were on their way to church. He even barked 
so loud, that they heard him in church, and the meet- 
ing was disturbed. The dog's defense was, that if the 
police dog could speak French, he would have known that 
instead of barking, it was the singing of Sunday-school 
hymns and Salvation Army songs which he heard. "These 
were all sung/' said the accused dog, "to the tune of 
Old Hundred, which is sung in a very high key." This 
was a rather hard nut to crack. Watch said there was a 
misapprehension in the case before him. He ruled that 
a dog had a perfect right to sing or pray in French just 
as loud as he wished. So he dismissed the case, and Titus, 
that was the dog's name, was set at liberty. 

The next culprit was a small, common dog, minus a 
portion of his left ear. He had been in a fight with an- 



184 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

other dog, and was badly punished. His hair was badly 
rumpled and pointing in every direction. It was covered 
with mud, and he had a bloody head. Watch felt sorry 
for him, and decided to send him to the hospital, in- 
stead of inflicting a fine and sending him to prison. Watch 
asked him how he got into trouble. He said, that he 
was going along the road very quietly, when he met a 
big dog who jumped on him and almost killed him. "What 
dog was it ?" asked Watch. "I prefer not to tell, as I wish 
to return good for evil, and, perhaps, he will feel ashamed 
of himself for what he did, and ask my pardon." 

**You are a noble dog," said Watch, "and I will ap- 
point you a teacher, to go about and tell all the, dogs you 
meet how beautiful it is to have a forgiving spirit, and 
you shall be an example for other dogs to imitate." He 
became a missionary among dogs, telling them to be kind 
and gentle at all times and under all circumstances, no 
matter what the provocation. For he would say, "The 
dog that controls his temper, gets along much better than 
the one that does not, besides, he feels better in his own 
conscience." 

The next dog to be arraigned was furiously mad, and 
in a state of great excitement. He said an outrage had 
been committed in arresting him and keeping him locked 
up for nearly a whole night in a damp cell, with nothing 
to eat and no water to drink. He demanded to know 
the charge against him. The police dog who arrested him 
said Blaize was prowling about Farmer Bunco's kitchen, 
trying to get in and steal a piec$ of ham that was lying on 
a table. Blaize was thereupon very indignant, for at the 
very time when the police dog said he was at Bunco's 
kitchen, he was attending church, listening to a sermon 
from the text, "Thou shalt not lie." Blaize called upon 
his dog friends to testify whether he was at church or not at 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 185 

the time the police dog declared that he saw him trying to 
steal a piece of meat. All of the dogs who were witnesses, 
said that Blaize was honest and reliable, and above doing 
anything that was wrong or dishonest. 

Watch asked the police dog what he had to say in reply 
to all the evidence given in favor of Blaize, and then he 
confessed that the charge was not true. He said that he 
wanted to injure Blaize out of pure meanness. He was 
as bad as some boys are, who try to hurt others from envy 
or because they are born wicked. Watch discharged Blaize 
and had the police dog arrested and put in the same cell 
where he put Blaize, and he was kept there a long time 
when he wanted to beg pardon of Blaize. Then Watch 
ordered him released and gave him again the old position 
which he never afterwards abused. 

The next dog to stand up for sentence was a dog with 
a very bad face. His offense was swearing, and for 
that great sin, Watch was more severe than for almost 
any other crime, as there is no excuse for it whatever. 
There are other shortcomings of which a dog might be 
guilty, such as getting angry under great provocation, or 
if a dog were starving to death, he might be forgiven 
for taking something to eat that he found lying on the 
ground, but to swear and use bad language is inexcusable. 
It is a habit that has not one redeeming feature. Nothing is 
accomplished by the use of wicked words. It is a senseless 
habit. It takes the name of God in vain, which dogs are 
commanded not to do. It changes a dog's face. If he ever 
had a pleasant expression before, it makes him look like 
a villain afterwards, and transforms his whole nature- 
Watch said, "Your punishment will be imprisonment for 
life, unless you turn over a new leaf, and become a dif- 
ferent dog. It would be dangerous to let you run; at 
large, lest other dogs that are decent and well-behaved 



186 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

should become contaminated, and led into the awful habit 
of swearing. Officer, take the offender to prison and 
put him in a dark cell, where he will not see the light 
of day, nor any other dog during his life, unless he shows 
a repentant spirit with a promise and a firm resolution 
not to use profane words again while he lives." After 
a long period of close confinement and poor food, the 
prisoner concluded to become a good dog and never swear 
again. And then, he realized what a foolish dog he had 
been, and how unwise to suffer so much punishment for 
a practice that had not one good point in it. When 
he was released and once more enjoyed the beautiful 
sunlight and the association and friendship of other dogs, 
he realized what a frightful chastisement he had received 
and warned all other dogs whom he met to behave and 
never violate any of the laws. 

The next offender to face Watch was a rough-looking 
dog. His crime was untidiness. He never looked clean 
but always dirty and unsavory in every way. He dis- 
gusted all other dogs, just as boys who go about, with 
unwashed faces, and unkept hair, and unpolished shoes 
displease people who are refined and dress with taste and 
have their clothing properly adjusted. 

"Thirty days," said Watch, "and six months for the 
next offense of a like character." 

Then a dog by the name of Tiptoe was brought before 
Watch. His offense was listening to private conversation, 
putting his ears to keyholes and eavesdropping in every 
conceivable manner, and then going about and telling what 
he had heard, always exaggerating and making a great 
deal of trouble in the neighborhood. He was named Tip- 
toe because he had been seen so many times on the tips 
of his toes, with his ear against a keyhole, listening to 
dogs inside. When he met dogs, he would look wise, call 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 187 

them aside, and tell what he pretended to have heard, al- 
ways making up a lot of scandal that had no founda- 
tion whatever. 

The stories were as untrue as they were wicked. Watch 
determined to stop this kind of meanness, if a severe pun- 
ishment would do it, so he sentenced the culprit to prison 
for twelve months at hard labor, poor food, and con- 
finement in a cell that had no light. And when his 
which to leave the village, never to enter it again, 
term in prison expired, two hours were to be given him in 

The next dog to be sentenced and the last dog was 
named Moses. He was guilty of a number of offenses 
against good dog government. The first charge against 
him, was taking a piece of meat he saw in front of a 
meat shop. He pleaded guilty, but wanted to be let off 
because he was a bit boozy and did not know what he was 
doing. The next item against him, was for calling an- 
other dog a bad name, as he was passing him in the 
street. Besides calling him a bad name, he threw dir+ 
in his eyes, causing him much pain and almost mak- 
ing him blind. 

A third charge was climbing into a cherry tree, where 
there was a bird's nest with eggs in it, and the mother bird 
sitting on them. He destroyed the nest, breaking the 
eggs, and making the poor mother very unhappy. Watch 
made up his mind that Moses was the most worthless dog 
he had ever seen in all his life, and he decided to send 
him to prison for twenty-one years at hard work. This 
punishment, he thought, was about what Moses deserved. 



WATCH'S FULL-DEESS RECEPTION. 

Watch always had one full-dress reception every winter, 
and it became the talk of the village for weeks before. 



188 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

He gave the dogs invited ample time to make necessary 
preparation, so they could appear in proper dress and 
look as smart as first-class society dogs should look. He ex- 
pected every dog to 1 be just right, as regards costume, man- 
ners, etc. The least bit of ill-breeding by any dog was 
sure to send him home without a mouthful of refresh- 
ments, and he would never receive another invitation to 
a Watch reception. So the company was always very se- 
lect and every dog on the alert, so no accident would 
happen, such as dropping a dish, or upsetting the cream, or 
letting cake fall on the floor, or using a knife instead of 
a fork, or forgetting to say thank you, at the right time. 
All of the dogs wore full-dress coats, low cut vests, standing 
collars, the correct tie, patent leather shoes, and just see 
how smart they sit, not one of them bending over with their 
mouths near their plates, as know-nothing dogs sit. At 
some of Watch's receptions, invitations would be sent to 
dogs who were unfamiliar with the rules that govern good 
society, which gave Watch a great deal of trouble; but he 
generously overlooked their unsophisticated ways and in- 
structed them in the correct forms, warning them not to 
forget what he told them, as he would not repeat the same 
lesson twice. If Watch had occasion to correct a dog 
once, and he had broken that rule a second time, he was 
never invited again. The dogs knowing how rigid he 
was about affairs of social life, were very particular not 
to be careless in their conduct at his entertainments. He 
always advised dogs to form good habits, as it was just 
as easy td do things right, as it was to do them wrong, and 
so much better for all concerned. 

Each dog was expected to carry a bunch of flowers. 
Some of the dogs who were not accustomed to attend- 
ing receptions;, were given to understand what was ex- 
pected of them. When told to bring flowers, they sup- 



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posed the more one brought, the better Watch would be 
pleased and the nearer they would be doing the proper 
thing. One of the dogs who had never gone to a swell 
affair before, took an entire rose bush with him. He car- 
ried it over his back, covering him entirely and giving 
him the appearance of being an animated bush. Watch 
was greatly amused at this. He explained to his new guest 
that it was not necessary to transfer a whole flower gar- 
den to an entertainment. Watch carried a bunch of 
Marechal Neil roses. Another dog was one who had never 
attended a reception, and, of course, was not up in the 
details of such things. He had an enormous pile of sun- 
flowers. When he entered the dog parlor with his bou- 
quet all the dogs began to giggle and cast glances at 
each other. Watch explained to him that he needn't 
have stripped a field of sunflowers in order to bring a 
great quantity. The new acquisition to society said he 
had not been informed in regard to bow many he was 
expected to bring. He apologized to Watch, and told him 
if he were honored with another invitation, he should 
carry an exquisite little bunch of lilies of the valley or 
forget-me-nots. Watch accepted his apology and ex- 
planation and told him he should do himself the pleas- 
ure of sending him cards to the next reception. Little 
Jimmy came with only a single pansy stuck in a silver 
holder. This was a great contrast with sunflowers. One 
guest could not get natural flowers, so he took a bunch 
of artificial flowers from his mistress's hat, and dashed 
perfumery over them, and put on airs with his counter- 
feit flowers. While the dogs did not think much of his 
artificial bouquet, they admired his resourceful mind. One 
big dog whose name will be withheld this time, appeared 
wearing a soiled collar. When Watch saw it, he com- 



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pelled the dog to go home and change his collar or not 
return. Watch had a great deal of trouble in looking 
after everything. Bnt nothing was left undone to make 
the entertainment a success. 

When Watch succeeded in getting his company disposed 
of, so far as personal appearance was concerned, he 
introduced those who were not acquainted, and brought 
together such as would be congenial to each other. He 
did not believe in bringing dogs with ability to converse 
on all topics into association with stupid dogs. He 
had the happy faculty and tact to associate the dogs one 
with another, in a manner that made it pleasant for all 
without embarrassments for any. Watch displayed the 
greatest dog wisdom in the management of his receptions. 

Watch lived a useful life, and when he died, his mas- 
ter and all the household and many of his neighbors 
who knew of Watch's beautiful character, and the 
dogs all about the region where his home was de- 
plored his loss. He died in October, when nature took 
on the sere and yellow leaf. It was a very appropriate 
time for Watch to pass away, just as the autumn leaves 
were turning into' orange, crimson and gold, a lit- 
tle later, to wither and fall upon the ground and de- 
cay. But as Watch had lived such a good life, his deeds 
always remained green in the memory of those who knew 
him. His grave was covered with flowers and branches 
of trees, whose foliage was tinted with October frosts, mak- 
ing the mound beautiful and picturesque, like the grave of 
a monarch. Watch wss a monarch among dogs, and what 
was done for him was well deserved. Such dogs are rare. 
Peace to his ashes. 



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191 




LXXXIL 

KAISEE. 

Yelina, a little German, girl, was starting off to school 
with book in hand and lunch basket on her arm. Kaiser 



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seemed the picture of distress in parting with his young 
mistress. She tried to cheer him by telling him she will 
soon return. Kaiser was given his name because of his 
kingly manner and lofty character. 



LXXXIII. 

EOSEMONT. 

Eosemont was the name of a sweet girl who loved ani- 
mals. She had four beautiful pet dogs. 

One was ,a. Pomeranian with eyes so saucy and keen, 
And one an Irish setter, red-haired, and always clean. 
The third, a shepherd dog, the fleetest of all the lot. 
The fourth, a Japanese spaniel, the size of a little dot. 

Eosemont taught her pets many tricks. One of the most 
interesting, was to take the dogs to the country and teach 
them to gather wild flowers and fetch them to her. She 
would go to a field where flowers were, and call the dogs 
to her, and break off one and hold it against her breast 
and clasp her arms about it, to show them how she loved 
flowers. 'Then pointing towards the flowers and to the one 
she held, in a very short time, they were educated to pick 
and bring them to her. They enjoyed doing it as much 
as Eosemont did in seeing them scamper away to serve her. 
Each dog learned to take the stem in the mouth, 
so the flower would not be hurt in the least. When 
a dog had selected the flower he wished, he would break 
it off and start with it towards his young mistress 
on a run. It was highly amusing to see the four dogs, each 
bearing a flower, running at full speed towards Eosemont, 
and when they reached her, how they wagged their tails 
and jumped about, to show how pleased they were for 



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having done something to give pleasure to their young 
mistress. The little fellow was the last to arrive, as 
he could not run as fast as the others, but when he came 
up to his mistress, he would bark and tear around in the 
most jovial manner. Rosemont never forgot to take food 
with her for the dogs, to give them when they did such 
clever things as gather flowers. 




LXXXIV. 

HAP. 

A farmer's son living in Essex had a brown, rough- 
haired terrier who was a very great favorite with every- 
one in the house, but especially devoted to his young mas- 
ter. Hap, as he was called, had no claim to either birth 
or beauty. He was simply a common, small, brown thing, 
as ugly as he could well be to be a dog, but he was sharp 



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as a needle, ready and willing to follow 'his master, and 
always on the alert to receive and welcome him when- 
ever he returned home after an absence of days or hours 
without his favorite. 

"I wonder why you care for that little beast of a mon- 
grel, as you do, Jack/' said a friend one day. "He is 
such a common, ugly cur, all very well for the back yard, 
but I would not be seen in a five-acre field with him." 

"Oh, Hap is such a faithful little beggar, he knows 
perfectly well what I wish, and he always obeys me, and 
we are great chums," replied the master. 

"Well, everyone to his taste, my boy," answered his 
friend. "Give me a dog who is all you say Hap is, and 
yet looks as if he had a drop, at least, of good blood in 
him." 

One day this much abused little animal was left by his 
master in a field to take care of a coat which he had laid 
on the ground. It was a busy time at the farm, and father, 
son, and all the hands available, had had to put their 
hands to the plough and work very hard. Hap's young 
master had undertaken to do a certain portion of work 
alone. Faithful Hap, of course, was with his master, and 
much interested in all that went on. Something had gone 
wrong with a part of the machine he had been using, and 
he decided to go to* the farm, to fetch what was neces- 
sary to repair the mischief, and left Hap in charge of 
the broken wheel and his coat. He intended to return 
at once, but alas, "The best laid plots of mice and men gang 
aft aglee," and when he arrived at the farmstead, some- 
thing of much more importance happened, which kept him 
at home for the rest of the day, and Hap, coat and broken 
bit of machinery were all forgotten. About dusk in the 
evening, the friend who had called Hap so ugly, passed 
through the field and saw the dog sitting close by his 



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master's coat, and tried in vain to get him to follow him. 
Hap was delighted to see a human being, to be spoken to 
and noticed, but could not be induced to leave the spot 
where he had been left in charge. It grew dusk, and still 
the dog sat on, whining sometimes, and, no doubt, won- 
dering how much longer his master would be. He was very 
hungry and thirsty and tired, but he never once thought 
of running home to get a bite or sup. His master had 
said "Wait," and he waited. It was quite late before all 
the members of the farm-houses returned to supper, and 
then the young master suddenly remembered he had left 
his chum in the far-off field, and off he ran, and ran, till 
he got near enough for Hap to hear his voice, and then 
the joy of bounding towards him, and back to the spot where 
the coat lay. 

"Fetch it, old fellow, fetch it," called the master, and 
Hap lay hold of the garment, and dragged it to his mas- 
ter's feet, and showed his intense satisfaction bv tearing 
as fast as he could on the way home, and returning again 
and again to meet and to wait, so that his master and 
he should return to the house together. 



LXXXV. 



CAESAR, NORTH CAROLINA DOG, TAKES UP A 

COLLECTION IN A COLORED CHURCH THAT 

HE ATTENDED WITH HIS MASTER. 

Caesar always went to church and liked the sermons short 

and sweet. 
He understood the parson well, and hadn't an atom of 

conceit. 

On a Sunday morning, in the hot month of August, 
the Reverend Josephus Carter was preaching a sermon 



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that to the mind of Hiram Brown's dog. Caesar (who lay 
in the aisle near his master), was lengthening out to 
a point when he felt that he was getting more than his 
money's worth. The text the parson selected for this 
particular Sabbath, was the Ten Commandments, and the 
sermon was unusually long. When Ca?sar could stand it 
no longer, he got up and walked to the front of the pul- 
pit and looked the Eeverend Mr. Carter straight in the 
face, assuming the appearance of a dog that was very 




tired and would welcome the benediction with much pleas- 
ure. The expounder of the Ten Commandments did not 
take Ca?sar's hint. Then he walked back and picked up 
his master's old hat, and began taking up the collection, 
which was always done just after the sermon. This amused 
the congregation and the contributions were larger than 
they had ever been. At first, the Eeverend Josephus was 
a little bit vexed, to think that he was in a way held 
up by a dog. but when he saw how the money was going 
into the old hat, he became reconciled to the situation, and 



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began making running comment. He was standing back of 
the pulpit, and leaning forward he chuckled to himself, 
"My, how de coppers are flyin' into de old hat. Hope der is 
no false bottom in dat hat. I 'speck Bruder Brown's 
hat is honest, but dese times I'm a little s'picious about 
most anyt'ing whar' dere's money involved. Go slow, 
Caesar, give 'm all a chance. What was dat Bruder Jen- 
kins frowed in? It looked like a two-bit piece — one of 
dem sixteen-to-one silver quarter. I hope it ain't a coun- 
terf it. Glory, how de money is a-rollin' in ! What was 
dat just flue in? looked }^aller, as if it was gold. I 
never knowed of a bruder givin' a gold piece in all de 
time I was connected wid Emanuel Church. I hope it 
wasn't a brass button. No tellin'. Cull'ed church mem- 
bers' just as unreliable and unsartain as white trash. I 
declar', dis beats all de liftin' of collections I ever seed. 
And I never fought of it before, but dis am de day when 
de collection goes to de preacher. Two Sundays in de 
month to de preacher, and two Sundays for the 'penses 
of de meetin'-house, for oil for de lamps, and wood 
in de winter, and other 'spenses. Go on, Caesar, wid de 
good work. Xow he's 'proachin' Sister Eauss. She plays 
dat she is sleepin', but she is only playin' 'possum. Her 
mouf is wide open. Caesar is right dar in front of her. 
She don't wake up. He climbs on de bench and touches 
her mouf wid de rim of his hat. She shakes her head, as 
if she was shooin' away a fly; but Caesar keeps on perse- 
verin'. He's woke her up at las'. She declars she's left 
her money bag at home butll fetch it ter evenin' service. 

"I s'pose Caesar is honest, but dar so many trust 
corporations goin' on dese days, dat I am somewhat 
skeery about anybody, man or dog, dat holds de bag. I 
'spect it would be de part of wisdom for some one of 
de bredren, to stand at, de door, when Caesar finishes takin' 



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up de collection, for he might want to skip out wid de 
money. Dis takin' up de collection by Caesar, may be 
some outside scheme. De Bible say, 'Be on your guard 
night and day, for you neber know when de evil one will 
show up. He comes like a fief in de night, when you're 
not lookin' fur him. I don't 'spec' Caesar would jump 
out of de window, but keep an eye on de windows, bredren. 
Keep up de ent'usiasm, Caesar. What did I hear den? 
Bruder Hourtin's contribution sounded when it struck 
de other money in the hat, as if he had flung in a hatchet 
or an iron kittle. 

"Dis is a red day for old Emanuel Church. 'Pon my 
word, dere is Bruder Sam Snowden frowen in some- 
thin'. I neber seed him put any thin' in before. He al- 
ways sayin' he's poor, or has to help support poor relashun, 
or some of de family is sick, and de money goes to de 
Apothecary shop, and sich kind of talk. But I must not 
judge Bruder Snowden, lest I also be judged. Just see 
Caesar smilin' and waggin' his tail. It's my 'pinion dat 
dog orter go to heaben." 



LXXXVI. 

TAB. 

Tab was lonesome when his master went away, 
Could not understand why he should go, and Tab be made 
to stay. 

One of the most pathetic and interesting stories in dog 
life that has come to the writer's notice since he began 
these anecdotes, was told by a gentleman who had the 
experience here related. The gentleman lived with his 
father and mother in one of the large cities of the Mid- 



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199 



die West. They owned a terrier which came into their 
possession when a puppy. When he was about five years 
old, the gentleman's father and mother died, only a few 
days apart, and he decided to let the home and live at 
a hotel. He had an opportunity to dispose of the house 
at once, which he did, and the new occupants were very 
glad to keep the terrier, for he was a dog most anyone 




would like on sight. He had veTy pleasing ways, and made 
friends with all he met. 

When his young master went away from the house and 
did not return, the terrier could not understand it, and did 
not know what such proceedings meant. He seemed much 
depressed and deeply grieved at his master's absence, and 
would sit on the front doorsteps all day, waiting for him, 
looking in all directions to see if the familiar figure which 



200 

always had a kind word for him would not appear in 
view. After days of watching and waiting., his former 
master passed the old home, and terrier ran to him, and 
was so pleased, showing it in every conceivable way. 
He tried to climb up to his face, putting his forelegs 
about his leg, and holding on, not wishing him to leave. 
The gentleman was touched by the terrier's faithfulness 
and constancy, but it wasn't convenient to take him to 
the hotel; besides, he had given him to the family who 
had taken the house. But the interesting part of the story 
comes now. The terrier spent his days and nights when 
not running about, on the veranda of the house. He had 
a, small carpet rug about three feet square on which he 
would lie and enjoy life in all seasons of the year, except 
in the coldest winter weather, when he stayed in the base- 
ment of the house. One day he saw his former master 
on the street, not far from the house. Terrier followed him 
to the hotel and saw him go to his room. He went to 
the door, examined it, and returned to the old place. 
Early the next morning, he left, dragging his rug — ■ 
his bed, all he possessed on earth — with him, and 
appeared at his old master's door, and, when he opened it 
to go to his breakfast, there stood Tab, wagging his 
tail and smiling. If he could have spoken, no doubt he would 
have said, "Now I know you won't turn me away." This 
was too much for the kind-hearted man. He could not 
send him off, so he arranged to have Tab live with him 
at the hotel. He felt that a dumb creature with so much 
intelligence and with such a beautiful nature, was enti- 
tled to some consideration at his hands, and he was glad 
to bestow it, for he loved the terrier. 



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LXXXVIL 

STORY OF PESTEE. 

PESTER INVITES DOGS TO HIS HOUSE— LOCKS 
THE DOOR AND PLAYS TRICKS ON THEM. 

Come to my house if fun you wish to see, 
There is no other like it in the town of Wimbletree. 
Dogs are all welcome, no matter what their station, 
Whether born in the States, or hailing from other nations. 

Pester had a very large dog-house in which he had a 
great many contrivances to play all sorts of tricks on 
dogs he invited to call upon him. They wouldn't know 
what he invited them for before they reached his house. 

One of his tricks was to get a dog to walk up a ladder 
to the top and step on a plank about one foot wide, which 
was arranged so that if Pester pulled a string that was at- 
tached to the side opposite the ladder, it would turn over 
on the edge and throw the dog into a tub of water 



202 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

just below on the floor, giving him a sousing and splash- 
ing water in all directions, besides frightening him almost 
out of his senses. After this reception, a dog would leave 
as quickly as his legs would carry him to the door. At 
the first reception, the earliest caller was a little spaniel, 
who stepped to the door and knocked. "Please enter," 
said Pester. "I am glad to see you. I hope your family 
is very well?" 

"Very well, indeed, I thank you." 

"What do you think of my house?" said Pester. 

"I think your house is quite large for one dog to oc- 
cupy?" 

"Yes, it is, but you see I entertain a great deal of com- 
pany. I have so many things in the lower part of this 
room, that I cannot get along with less." 

"I suppose," said the spaniel, "some of your guests, 
that stay all night, sleep upstairs?" 

"Yes," said Pester, "they just walk up the ladder and 
lie on the board alongside. Wouldn't you like to go up 
and rest there a little bit, while I get some refreshments 
for you?" 

"Yes, thanks." 

Up goes the spaniel and stretches himself on the board, 
seeming to enjoy himself very much. In a few minutes 
Pester pulls the string, and down comes the frisky spaniel 
splash into the tub. He was dumbfounded for a moment* 
and when he took in the situation, was very mad. He was a 
sorry specimen of a spaniel when he got out of the tub. 
He did not stop for refreshments but started for the door 
to leave, when Pester told him there was no occasion for 
hurry, as he intended no further performance with him, 
but warned him not to say anything to other dogs about 
his bath. If he did, he would regret it. Not wishing 
to be made fun of by other dogs, spaniel kept his experience 



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to himself. Pester went to the door with him, and with 
a polite farewell and wave of his right paw, wished him 
a pleasant journey home. Pester closed the door and 
chuckled to himself over the amusement with the spaniel. 
Presently a jaunty, little sky-terrier, with a, blue ribbon 
tied about his neck made his appearance at the door, and 
gave a gentle knock. "Come in, terrier. It gives me great 
pleasure to bid you welcome to my house. Make yourself 
at home, sit in a chair, or jump upon the window-sill, and 
look out of the window, or climb up the ladder, and stand 
on the board, and look into the water-mirror and see 
how pretty you look." 

As the blue ribboned terrier was very vain of his shape 
and general style, he ran up the ladder, stepped on the 
board, and gazed with much satisfaction at himself in the 
water below. Pester pulls the string and down goes sky- 
terrier, howling into the tub. It was so sudden that it 
almost took his breath, and made him the worst frightened 
dog that ever entered Pester' s abode. Terrier ran to the 
door to get out, but Pester always locked the door when a 
visiting dog entered. He said to terrier in his bland and 
jovial fashion, not to be in a hurry, as the world wasn't 
made in a day, and asked him to call again. Terrier made 
no reply. When he got outside, he took two jumps at a 
time for home, for fear of getting into some other trap, and 
declared to himself that he would never be tricked again 
while he lived. 

The next caller was a big mastiff. He came along with 
a leisurely sort of gait, stepped to the door, and knocked. 
Pester opened, and was very much taken back at the size 
of his visitor. He said to himself, "It won't do for me to 
cut up any capers with him," (Pluto was the name of 
the big dog) "for he could use me up in a short time 
if I got him mad." Pester decided to entertain him a 



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few moments and get rid of him, and not attempt any 
tricks. After a few moments of dog talk, Pluto asked 
Pester if he didn't serve refreshments at his receptions. 
Pester said he only had water in his honse. Pinto was very 
much displeased at this, and told Pester that in future, he 
wished no more invitations to his receptions. Pluto left 
without bidding his host good-bye. When he 
had departed, Pester felt more comfortable, for he was 
afraid of Pluto's big paws, should he get him angry. 

The next trick Pester introduced was a trap made 
of wood, very much like a chicken coop, with a door large 
enough to admit a big dog. The door was made to slide 
up and down. He had the trap arranged very much 
like a rat trap, only on a larger scale. The door would 
be raised and held by a beam extending back, and on 
a hook was hung a piece of meat, and on the floor stood 
a pan of milk, giving the inside a very attractive ap- 
pearance to a dog having an appetite for good things. 
When all was ready, Pester awaited the arrival of a vic- 
tim with pleasurable anticipations. He had not long to 
wait, when a proud-looking Irish setter came along. Pes- 
ter saw him through the window, and before he reached 
the house, opened the door, and with a Chesterfieldian 
dog bow, invited the setter to accept his hospitality and 
partake of refreshments that were ready for him. The in- 
nocent setter thought it was very kind of Pester to be 
so thoughtful of his comfort and pleasure, gladly accepted 
the invitation, and walked into the house. After Pes- 
ter showed him about and enlarged upon the various 
features of his place, he took his guest to the banquet hall, 
invited him to enter and partake of meat and milk. Of 
course, the setter had no idea there was anything wrong 
in going into what Pester called his banquet room, so en- 
tered and helped himself to meat and milk. When he 



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touched the meat, the door dropped and setter was a pris- 
oner. This was very humiliating to the high spirited dog, 
and he did not know what to do. He belonged to a breed of 
dogs that never ask favors of other dogs, so he just made 
the best of the situation until he was released, and never 
after would he be taken in by dogs beneath him. Then 
Pester opened the door and let him out of the trap and 
out of his house. 

Pluto was passing, and saw the setter, who 
seem'ed very much ashamed of being seen coming 
out of Pester' s house, and asked him what his experience 
had been. Setter told him. just what had happened, and 
while they were having this conversation, the little span- 
iel who was Pester' s first visitor and had received a cold 
water bath, came along, and was questioned by Pluto, if 
he ever visited Pester. The little spaniel did not want to 
confess that he had been there, but when Pluto told him 
of the setter's experience and of his determination to give 
Pester some of his own medicine, the little spaniel 
acknowledged he had been there, and how Pester got him 
to walk up the ladder and dumped him off into a tub of 
water below. Pluto sent word to all the dogs he knew, and 
especially the dogs who had suffered from Pester, to come 
to his house and then decide upon a plan to punish Pes- 
ter. They thought the proper thing was to go there in 
a. body and make him walk up the ladder and throw him 
off into the tub of water, and then make him go in the 
trap, and keep him there several days. All of the dogs 
started for Pester' s house, and when they reached it, Pluto 
was in the lead. He knocked, and immediately Pester 
opened and was terrified to see a gang of dogs surrounding 
his door with Pluto in front, but there was nothing for him 
to do but admit them. When they had all entered, Pluto 



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said, "We should like to see you skip up the ladder, to see 
if it is strong enough to hold a large dog." 

He said, "Oh, yes," but made no movement towards 
going up. Pluto told him that they would rather see it 
tested than take his word, and for him to run up, and 
be quick about it, as they wished no further delay. Pes- 
ter was in their clutches and had to do as they commanded. 
He begged to be excused, but no excuse or explanation 
was accepted. He had to go up, and as soon as he stepped 
upon the board, the string was pulled by the little span- 
iel, and down came Pester into the tub, when all the dogs 
sang out, "How do you like it ?" He said, "Oh, a bath is 
all right." He was then told to enjoy a feast in the ban- 
queting room, which he was compelled to enter. The door 
was closed, then all the dogs had a sort of an Indian 
war-dance about the trap. Pluto said, "How do you like 
your own medicine, Pester?" After leaving him in the 
trap until he was nearly starved to death, they let him 
out, and gave him three hours' time in which to leave 
the village and never return. He said three hours was more 
time than he needed to get away. He at once started on a 
run, and in a little while, the places that knew him once 
knew him no more forever. 



LXXXVIII. 

NILE, A SHEPHEKD DOG. 

Nile was a shepherd dog, and knew his duties well. 
When a lamb was lost he'd hunt for it o'er hill and dell. 

He was named after the river that runs through Egypt 
because his master lived near it. Nile seemed to love 
to lie on its banks and look up and down, and he often 



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207 



bathed in its waters on hot days. He was a very care- 
ful shepherd dog, and counted the sheep before starting 
for the corral every morning, to know for a certainty 
that not a single one had strayed away or been left be- 
hind, to be killed by vicious dogs or stolen by thieving 
Arabs. One evening a sheep was missed, and Xile was 
greatly distressed. He started off to hunt for it, and 
after a long and weary search, found it, one of its legs 




broken, so it could not walk. It had fallen over a precipice. 
Well, Nile didn't know wnat to do. He did not wish to 
leave it alone w T hile he went after the shepherd, for fear 
that it might be stolen or dogs attack it, so he remained 
with the poor unfortunate sheep all night, licking its 
broken leg and bringing it grass to eat. In the morn- 
ing, he barked so loud, that he attracted a passing shep- 
herd, who knew from Nile, the owner of the lost sheep, and 



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took it in conveyance to his master. Nile felt very sorry 
for poor sheepy, but proud that he had found it, and that 
it was once more at home. Its broken leg was bound up 
and cared for and in a, little while it was well, and again 
went with the herd to the pastures. 




LXXXIX. 

GALA PETER. 

This is a collie dog, and bright as he appears. 
He has lots of nerve and not a bit of fear. 
When he's not asleep, he is very wide awake. 
Always true and faithful and fond of chocolate cake. 



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xc. 

SNAIL SHOT, 



Snail Shot would glide along the ground on his hody 
so slow, that one could hardly see him move. He would, 
when near enough^ spring upon a rabbit or bird or chicken 
and put his paws on them, not hurting them. Holding 
them with one paw, he would pat or stroke their heads and 
neck with the other, and in a little while, he would show 
whatever he caught, that no harm would come to them. 
They would seem perfectly delighted and become attached 
to Snail Shot, and whenever he appeared after- 
wards, they would run up to him and jump on 
his back and make a great deal over him. Some- 
times you could see a chicken, a red and black 
bird, rabbit, squirrel, all on his back at the same time. He 
would sometimes for amusement try to shake them off, and 



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when one would drop off it would jump on again. 
The only way he could get rid of them, would be to roll 
on the ground, and they understood that when he began to 
roll they must jump and fly off. Snail Shot would never 
get angry, but was always gentle and amiable. He was 
never known to step on a worm, or the weakest or smallest 
thing that had life. 




XCI. 

TRIAL OF DOGS FOR STEALING CHICKENS FROM 
FARMER BEAL. 

Farmer Beal complained to Watch that some of his 
chickens had been stolen. He watched night after night 
for a long time, but could not tell which dogs were the 
culprits, nor was he absolutely certain that dogs were the 
thieves. It might have been wolves. But one night it 
snowed, and Farmer Beal saw dogs' tracks, which were 
lost when they reached the road. It was on the night 



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of January 27th, when one of his finest hens disappeared; 
so he concluded to have a trial before Watch and see 
if he could find out the dogs that had robbed him of his 
chickens. When he saw Watch and explained the object 
of his call, Watch said : "Yes, have all the dogs that you 
suspicion appear before me next Saturday, and I will en- 
deavor to find out who stole your chickens." On Saturday 
all the dogs that were notified came before Watch. The court 
was called to order. Watch rose and said that Farmer Beal 
had complained to him of the loss of several valuable chick- 
ens from his hennery by theft, and that dogs were the 
thieves, as he had seen dogs' tracks in the snow, so there was 
no mistake about it. "But as he could not trace them 
any further than the road, he is not able to fasten 
the crime upon any particular dog or dogs. Xow, I 
shall expect every dog to give truthful answers to the ques- 
tions I ask. I am anxious to find out, if possible, who has 
been guilty of this great crime, I feel ashamed that dogs 
belonging to the society of which I have the honor to be 
the head should so forget the proprieties of life as to become 
chicken thieves. 

"The first one to answer to the charge of chicken steal- 
ing will be Victor. What have you to say to the charge ?" 

"I did not a chicken take, 
My only food is angel cake." 

"Treco, what have you to say to this indictment?" 

"The charge is false, no chick for me, 
I live on honey from the honey bee." 

"Baco, the charge is made by Farmer Beal, 
That you did one of his chickens steal." 

"I deny the charge of Farmer Beal, 
I did not one of his chickens steal." 



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"Snickelfritz, please answer." 

"I am not a chicken thief, 
My only food is prime roast beef." 

"Hoky, what have you to say ?" 

"A chicken I did not steal, of this I can truly boact, 
For the only meat I would look at is spring lamb roast/ 5 

"Hanky Panky, what is your answer ?" 

"The charge is base and without foundation, 
Besides, I live on a different ration." 

"Keno, did you abstract a chicken from Farmer Beal's 
hennery on the night of January the 27th?" 

"In abstract yes, in concrete, no, 
I shall never forget how I stubbed my toe." 

"Fleury, what is your answer to the charge of stealing 
a chicken?" 

"Tut, tut, beware of what you say, 
I was asleep on a stack of new mown hay." 

"Jingo, what were you doing in the vicinity of Farmer 
cal's on the night of January the 27th?" 

"On that night I attended a hop, 
With mind made up the question to pop." 

"Wampy, please answer to the indictment of forcibly 
removing a chicken from the premises of Farmer Beal." 

"I cannot tell a lie. 
I wanted chicken pie, 
Just caught one on the fly, 
Hope to catch another some time before I die." 



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XCII. 

LITTLE JIMMY. 

Little Jimmy was not any larger than a squirrel and 
just as slick and smooth. He was a pranky little fellow 
and would do some very .amusing things. He has been 
known to hide himself in a gentleman's overcoat pocket 
and then keep very quiet, and when a hand went into the 
pocket for gloves or handkerchief and pulled a dog by 
the ears, great would be the surprise of the wearer of the 
coat. He would wonder if his gloves and handkerchief 
had turned into ,a little dog. Once Jimmy saw a lady 
with a very large money purse, which she left lying on 
her dressing table. As soon as he found himself alone, he 
jumped into it and in a flash it closed over him. Pres- 
ently the lady returned, took up her purse, and went down 
to do a little shopping. When she had made some pur- 
chases she opened her purse, and out jumped Jimmy, and 
down fell the lady almost frightened out of her wits. Jim- 
my's next caper was to crawl into a lady's muff, who was 
calling on his mistress, where he remained undiscovered 
until the lady reached home. She thought her muff seemed 
unusually warm, but as the warmth was very agreeable, she 
made no investigation to discover what made it so com- 
fortable. When she reached her home the muff seemed 
heavier than usual, and she gave it a shake, and out bobbed 
the little scamp, smiling and thinking what a nice time 
he had been having and how pleasant it was to be car- 
ried about in a muff by a fine lady on a cold, stormy day 
while other dogs had to walk in the snow and freeze. 



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XCIIL 

TOWER AND CASTLE. 

Tower and Castle were two St. Bernard dogs that be- 
longed to a famous lady. The dogs were trained to do 
many wonderful things in fashionable life. They were 
tanght to be very polite to each other, and most punctil- 
ious in every way. When the mistress went out riding 
in her carriage, she always took one of them with her, and 
he sat on the floor beside her. They always touched their 
paws like people shaking hands, and they would hold 
them up above their heads, imitating the fashionable hand 
shaking of the present time. 



XCIV. 



GREY FOX TERRIER AND A WHITE PERSIAN- 
CAT. 

A grey fox terrier and a white Persian cat, 

Always went to sleep on the same little mat. 

The terrier's name was Flossie, and the cat's name was 

Zan. 
Both ate their food out of one tin pan, 
They were never known to quarrel, scratch or bite, 
But were generous and unselfish at all times day and night. 

Heathen India, the land of occult science, plagues and 
famines, furnishes a beautiful story of a tender and con- 
genial friendship that existed between a grey Scotch ter- 
rier and a. white Persian cat. The terrier was of the 
ordinary breed that can be found anywhere, but notwith- 




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standing his common origin, he had as correct ideas of the 
rights of other dogs and animals, as if he belonged to the 
finest blooded stock of canines. 

The cat was of the pure white high-class Persian kind, 
with a coat as white as the snows on the loftiest peaks of 
the Himalayas. 

The cat, like the terrier, had the same notions of justice 
and equity that should be practiced by all living creatures 
on earth, whether human beings or dumb animals. 

One of their traits of generosity and unselfishness was 

to leave half of the food when one ate alone, the food for 
both being brought at the same time and in one dish. 
They seemed to understand that there should be an equal 
division, and they observed this fact to the letter. When 
one ate alone, the other being away, it would leave a lit- 
tle more than half, showing a spirit of kindness that would 
do honor to the highest order of intelligence. 

They lived in this friendly and pleasant relation for 
many years, when one day, a big, savage bulldog caught 
the cat and bit and hurt it so badly that it died. It was 



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216 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

found lying in the grounds back of the house, with the 
terrier standing over rue poor feline's body, who would 
touch and move it to see if it was surely dead. When 
terrier was satisfied that life was extinct, he began scratch- 
ing in the ground, and in a little while he had made 
quite a hole. He was digging a grave for what he held 
so dear. It was pathetic to see him in the act of doing 
the last service he could perform for poor Persia. The 
man on the place comprehended the situation, when he pro- 
cured a shovel and dug the hole a few feet deeper, and 
then motioned to terrier to roll Persia into it, which he 
did. The man waited a moment to see what move Flos : 
sie would make next. He immediately began to scratch 
the earth into the hole. The man shoveled it in, filling 
it and building a little mound, and covering it with turf, to 
the great delight of terrier, although he was in deep 
grielf over his loss. Poor, heart-stricken terrier spent 
many hours lying with his head resting on the little green 
turf -covered mound, wondering perhaps if he would ever 
see the absent one again. 



"BKUNO." 

A beautiful name for a beautiful dog. Bruno was beau- 
tiful to look at and beautiful at heart, because he felt 
kindly towards all dogs, even those that were ugly and 
hateful, and did mean, spiteful things against him. There 
were a great many different kinds of dogs, up and down and 
all around where he lived. Among them was an Italian 
by the name of Carso, an Austrian named Jose, and two 
French poodles, Eeigo and Tivoli, and a German bulldog 
named Karl. These dogs were all jealous of Bruno be- 
cause he was such a good dog and everybody liked him, and 



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217 



gave him plenty of nice food and stroked his head and 
back whenever he was about. This made the other dogs 
envious, and when Bruno was away from home, they would 
steal into his dog-house and take everything they could 
find: 

v One day when the hateful dogs were together, they 
saw Bruno coming up the road a long distance from home. 
They decided at once to jump on him and kill him if they 
could, or at least, bite him so he would not be able to 
walk for a long time. When Bruno reached the spot 




where they were, all of them sprang at him and cut his 
skin with their teeth from head to tail, when a man came 
driving along, and got out of his wagon, and took his 
whip and drove them off. The man proved to be very 
kind-hearted, for he took his handkerchief and dipped 
it into a little brook nearby and washed Bruno's wounds 
and patted him on the head, and then put him in his wagon 
and left him at his master's house. In a little while 
Bruno's sore places healed, and he was himself again, and 
able to go about and wander off into the forest just across 
the meadow which was divided by a little stream where 



218 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

he used to go and wade in the water and bathe himself 
in the hot summer days. 

The first time he went there after the cruel treatment he 
received, he was standing by the water's edge, when he heard 
the sound of a dog whining and moaning as if in pain and 
distress. He listened for a few moments longer and 
the wail was heard again. He started in the di- 
rection of the sound and the nearer he approached, 
the surer he Was that it was a dog suffering intensely. 
In a few moments he reached a fallen tree that 
was blown down during a terrible wind and rain- 
storm a few days before, and under a branch of the tree 
what should he discover but one of the dogs that had at- 
tacked and bit him so savagely a short time before. It was 
Carso, the Italian dog. He was out in the woods dur- 
ing the storm and ran under the tree for safety, as he 
thought, but the fierce hurricane blew the tree over, and 
Carso was struck by a branch, and had two legs broken 
and he could not walk home for food and water, and to 
have his master bind up his wounds and broken legs. 

When Bruno came to him he was ashamed, and tried to 
hide his head under some leaves, for he did not want 
to be seen by the dog he had treated so cruelly, and was 
afraid Bruno would take revenge. But Bruno pitied him 
in his helpless condition, and believed in returning good 
for evil. He told Carso not to be afraid, as he had no 
intention of hurting him. He went at once for food and 
water to relieve his hunger and thirst, for he had been 
there almost three days without anything to. eat. Bruno 
soon returned with food and gave it to Carso, and then 
gathered leaves and grass to put under him, so he would 
lie more comfortable, and covered his broken legs with 
green leaves to keep the flies off. 

When Carso saw how kind Bruno was and how 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 219 

different lie was from other dogs, it touched him 
deeply, and he grieved and groaned to think how 
mean he had been to Bruno who had shown 
him such kindness in such a beautiful way. Bruno nursed 
Carso until he recovered entirely from his misfortune. 
C.arso went home to his master, and in a few days met 
some of the other dogs that were with him and helped 
hurt Bruno so terribly. He told them of his misfor- 
tune in having the tree fall upon him, breaking two 
of his legs, how he could not walk home for food and 
water, how Bruno found him, wounded and in great pain, 
without anything to eat or water to drink for days, and 
how kind Bruno was to him, giving him his food and 
making a soft bed for him, and looking after him all 
the time he was there. 

A few days later Bruno was passing the house 
where the bulldog Karl belonged, and saw him 
lying in a fence corner boozy, only a few feet 
from a hornet's nest. It seems Karl went into his mas- 
ter's kitchen, where a bucket of beer was sitting on 
the floor that had been brought in by a servant a few 
moments before. He lapped enough of it to make him 
tipsy, and when he heard someone coming, he ran 
out into a fence corner Avhere the hornets stung him in 
the e}*es, ears, nose and mouth in a most terrible man- 
ner. The beer had affected him; he could not drive 
them off nor get away, couldn't wag his tail nor move 
his paws. He was in a most unfortunate predicament. 
Just then, Bruno came along and saw Karl in the grasp 
of the hornets and not able to drive them off. He picked 
up a branch, under a cherry tree nearby and brushed 
the hornets from him, and helped Karl to his feet, and 
walked by his side until he reached his master's home 
and bade him good day. 



220 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

Of course, Karl was very much surprised when he 
became sober enough to recognize Bruno, and to realize 
what he had done for him in saving him from 
being stung to death by the hornets. When he met 
Carso and told him of Bruno's generosity and great 
kindness, Carso said, "1 am not surprised at 
the story you tell," and then related what Bruno did 
for him in his trouble and sorrow, when he was face to 
face with starvation and death. A few days later it hap- 
pened that Bruno was in the village with his master, and 
saw a big dog fighting two small dogs, and almost tear- 
ing them to pieces. Bruno ran up to them and found 
the two small dogs were Eeigo and Tivoli, the two lit- 
tle villains that joined the big dogs, that used him so 
badly a short time before ; but Bruno did not mind that 
at all. He got hold of the big dog and pulled him off, and 
wouldn't let him harm them any more. Reigo and Tivoli 
felt mortified to think how kind Bruno was when they 
had been so cruel to him. They began to apologize and 
seemed very much ashamed. Bruno said, "Don't men- 
tion it, but hereafter, try and be decent, for you will 
find it best in the long run." When Trogan heard the 
experiences of the other dogs, he said, "We must show 
Bruno how we appreciate his fine character and gentle 
nature. We will go to the place where we tried to kill 
him and wait for him to pass, and when he arrives at 
the very spot, we will throw flowers on him and strew 
them along his path and show him that from this time 
on we are his devoted followers." 



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221 




xcv. 

ROVER. 



Rover is a very common name among dogs, but 
the Rover of this story was an uncommon dog, even among 
the best of his kind. He not only was superior in point 
of intelligence, but had the practical common sense to 
know how to do the right thing at the right time ; besides, 
he was good all through, always obeyed commands and 
very promptly. 

His master lived some distance from a city on a 
large plantation. His house was situated in a park 
not far from the long stretch of woods. Between the park 



222 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

and woods was an orchard and grain fields. The master 
was blessed with a little girl about four years old. She 
was in the habit of going on walks all over the place 
picking flowers that grew along the hedges. Gen- 
erally Eover would go with her. One day she started with 
Eover and went through the orchard and over the fields 
into the woods beyond. There were so many wild flowers, 
she gathered an armful and was pleased and happy. She 
put them down on the ground which was covered with 
grass, looked at her beautiful flowers, toyed with them, 
and held them against her cheek, and loved them affec- 
tionately, just as any little girl would do with things she 
loved. She enjoyed them so much, and the sky so clear and 
blue and the sun so pleasant and warm, she thought 
it was the most beautiful place she had ever seen, and 
as it was about the time in the afternoon when she took 
her daily nap, she fell asleep and slept a long time. 

When it was getting dark and she did not return home, 
her mother and father and everyone at the house became 
alarmed at her absence, because it was beginning to ap- 
proach the time when all little girls and boys should 
be at home, preparing to say their prayers and go to 
bed. They waited a little longer, then her father and the 
men on the place took lanterns and started off to find 
Pearl. They would walk a short distance, stop and call, 
"Pearl ! Pearl !" but no answer came. When they had 
gone all over the place without finding her, they con- 
cluded she must have wandered off into the woods over the 
hill. 

One of the men asked if Eover had been seen at 
home before they left the house. No one remem- 
bered seeing him. Then the father remarked: "If 
Eover is with Pearl, nothing will happen to her." All 
walked as fast as they could over the long, steep hill to 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 223 

the woods. They started in 1 different directions, and 
every little while, each would stop and call at the top 
of his voice, "Pearl ! Pearl !" After searching the woods 
for an hour or more, one of them heard what seemed to 
be the sound of a dog barking. He listened, and the 
bark was heard again a little louder, and nearer. Then he 
started towards it and when he reached the place, there 
was Rover standing by little Pearl, and when Rover saw 
the man, he jumped nearly two feet high and barked, he 
was so happy for Pearl's sake, that she was found. Then 
the man fired off several torpedoes, announcing to the 
father that his little girl was found. The men all had 
torpedoes. 

Pearl thought she had awakened from her afternoon nap 
when the man found her. When her father and the men 
arrived, they were very happy, and all started for home, 
Pearl with her armful of flowers and Rover wagging 
his tail and whining, as if he wanted to express his 
joy. After this experience when Pearl took her afternoon 
walks and got near the edge of her father's plantation 
and would look in the direction of the woods on the other 
side where she once was lost, for a while Rover would 
take hold of her apron strings and pull her towards home. 
He didn't want her father and mother made unhappy 
again, as they were when she lost herself in the woods. 

For taking such good care of her when Pearl 
was twelve years old she had a bright, shiny medal 
made for Rover, which was fastened to a tan colored 
leather collar about his neck which he wore as long as 
he lived, and when he died, she took it off from her true 
animal friend with her own hands, and kept it as a 
souvenir of Rover's beautiful character and faithfulness 
all through life. Pearl had one of the men on her 
father's place dig a grave for Rover, and then she threw 



224 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

branches of one of the big cedars that stood in the yard 

ito the bottom, then his body was put in and covered 

ith branches, then filled with earth, and Pearl planted 

i. rose-bush over it to bud and blossom as the seasons come 

and go. Pearl never saw the rose-bush rising from 

the mound over the grave of Kover, that she didn't call 

to mind the days of her childhood, when Kover wa,s her 

protector and companion. 




XCVI. 
VEX. 

Vex was vexatious whenever he got a chance, 

To him it made no difference how many had to dance. 

If he hadn't been such an exceedingly cute little dog 
his master would not have kept him, for he was guilty 
of a great many annoyances and embarrassments. He 
was a most contrary little fellow, always doing mischiev- 
ous things. His master was a lawyer, and one day when 
he was in court, addressing a jury in the prosecution of 
a thief who had stolen a man's purse, he said, "If the 
purse could speak it would condemn the prisoner," when 
from under the table around which the lawyers were 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 225 

seated, Vex emerged, and going in front of the jury 
near the man accused of stealing he barked in a most vigor- 
oue manner causing much laughter among all. When 
the lawyer who defended the prisoner, arose, he said, 
"The prosecution must be in hard straits when dogs are 
called in to assist." After this experience his master al- 
ways looked under the table to see if Vex was there, 




XCVIT. 

BEAUTIFUL. 

Beautiful was his name, and he lived a beautiful life. 
With all dogs was most friendly and had never a moment's 

strife. 

Beaut for short, was the name of this dog who did 
one act, if no other, that entitles him to a niche in the gal- 
lery of dog immortality. He was something of a missionary 
going about and doing good whenever he could to relieve 
the miserable condition of other dogs, birds or any- 



226 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

thing else in the animal kingdom that he could 
help. He had a tender nature for all living creatures. 
He wouldn't step on an ant. He has been known to stop 
on the street or in a field where an army of ants were 
marching and look for a vacant spot to put down his feet 
or would go out of his way to avoid treading on them. 

The particular act which gave him lasting fame, was 
gathering up a brood of young birds and their nest that 
had fallen to the ground. The birdies were scat- 
tered about. They were too young to walk or fly. 
When Beaut saw them and their nest turned up- 
side down, he at once put the nest right side up 
and gathered the birdies, one at a time, and put them 
in. He would take one in his mouth with its head stick- 
ing out so it could breathe. The mother-bird must have 
been killed or separated in some way from her young, as 
she was not seen, or was perhaps frightened when she saw 
Beaut. When the little birds were all in the nest, Beaut 
began to bark and kept it up until his master was attracted 
by it. He went to Beaut and saw what he was making 
such a noise about, and took the nest with the birds home 
and put them in a cage, so no harm could come to them. 
When the birds were old enough to fly and look out for 
themselves, the cage-door was opened, when they fluttered 
their wings and flew away. Beaut was present and saw 
them as they were made free. He seemed delighted. 

Beaut was one day seen standing over a wounded butter- 
fly. One of itsJ wings was broken. Poor thing ! It lay there 
unable to move, except to flutter its other wing, which it 
did most violently. No doubt it was frightened at see- 
ing a big dog near it who could crush out its life with 
the weight of one of its paws. Beaut never hurt 
anything in his life. He remained by the un- 
fortunate butterfly until his master's little boy came along. 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 227 

He was a tender-hearted boy like his father, and felt kindly 
towards all of God's creatures. He lifted the butterfly 
and touched its remaining wing with his finger and pet- 
ted it, so it would feel that it was in no danger of be- 
ing harmed still further. He didn't know just what to do 
with' it in its helpless condition. He thought of a meadow 
nearby, and decided to take it there and drop it on the 
grass. He couldn't think of anything that was better. He 
took it there and started off to do the errand his father 
had sent him to do. When not seeing Beaut, he looked 
back, and there was Beaut, sitting on his haunches, watch- 
ing the butterfly. His little master went back, using every 
effort, coaxing and scolding to make him leave and fol- 
low him, but to no purpose; he wouldn't stir. The only 
thing he could do to get him home, was to take the but- 
terfly with him. He picked it up and took it home and 
put it on the lawn in front of the house, where Beaut 
watched over it while little crippled golden wing lived. 
What a beautiful act this was, and what a lesson to those 
who have cruel natures that delight in hurting poor, 
defenceless creatures. May this story instill into the 
minds of all who read it the determination to have pity, 
and show kindness to all of earth's creatures that need 
assistance and care. 



XCVIII. 

HOSPITAL FOR DOGS. 

In a large town in England, lived a man by the name 
of Samaria Goldsmith. He was a most unselfish and 
tender-hearted man. He could not bear the least cruelty 
towards animals, especially dogs. The sight of an ill- 
used dog touched him with extreme sensitiveness, if it 



228 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

was only a common cur. One of his neighbors who knew 
of his beautiful character said his name ought to be 
Samaritan. His humane acts reminded him of the story 
in the Bible, of the man, who on his journey from Jeru- 
salem to Jericho was attacked by highwaymen and almost 
killed, and robbed and left for dead on the roadside, and 
how the Levite and priest, when they came along where the 
man was lying, crossed to the other side, pretending they 
did not see him. But when the Samaritan came he stopped, 
poured oil upon his wounds and bound 1 them up, gave him 
wine to drink and put him on his beast, and took him to an 
inn, and paid the keeper for taking care of him. 

What makes this story and the story of Samaria Gold- 
smith's life similar? He built a large hospital for sick, 
wounded and aged dogs — and homeless dogs. When the 
hospital was finished, he made it known everywhere that it 
was open for the admission of unfortunates of every de- 
scription. In a little while the hospital was filled to the 
limit of its capacity. Each dog when he arrived was re- 
quired to tell how he met with ill-luck ? and a record was 
made of the circumstances just as related by the dogs, in 
dog language. 

The first dog that was brought to the hospital was a big, 
sad-looking St. Bernard. His trouble was being hit with a 
sharp piece of rock by a wicked and cruel man. The dog 
said he was trotting along in the middle of the street, on his 
way to a newsstand, to get an evening paper for his mas- 
ter. He was struck on the left shoulder, and the wound 
was very bad. It disabled him so he could not walk. 
He managed to crawl to the entrance of an alley, where 
he lay until the next morning. He could not fetch the 
paper to his master, who went to the stand for it, and 
on his return saw his dog helpless and not able 
to walk. He was not a kind-hearted man and decided to 



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abandon the dog to the police, who would take him to 
the pound. But the next morning he was feeling better 
and able to move, although very slowly. As he was drag- 
ging himself along the street, a good-hearted boy saw him, 
and knowing of Samaria Goldsmith's hospital for dogs, 
took him there. The name of this splendid boy was Homer 
Brown. When he first saw poor St. Bernard lame and 
sore, he patted him on the head and spoke kindly to him, 
and before they had gone very far, he stopped at a butch- 
er's shop and got a piece of meat for him, as he was 
faint and weak from loss of blood, having had no food since 
the day before. When they reached the haven of rest for 
dogs, Bernard's wound was dressed and he was given food, 
and treated humanely. He seemed glad to have been hurt, 
so he could come to such a place, where he met with nothing 
but kindness, which was never given him by his master 
or any member of his family. 

What boy wouldn't like to have to his credit an act 
of mercy like the one by Homer Brown? But the oppor- 
tunities for doing good deeds to dumb creatures are nu- 
merous. There is hardly a day when a boy couldn't do 
a kindness to a dog if he had it in his heart to do so. 



The next dog to seek admission to the hospital was 
a fox terrier who was blind in one eye, having lost one, 
being hit with a stone by a bad boy. The terrier while 
relating the story of his ill-treatment, became greatly ex- 
cited, and was about as mad as a terrier could be. He 
jumped, barked and cavorted around in the most enraged 
manner. He knew that the loss of an eye marred his 
beauty, and, as he was proud of his form, figure and 
general style, one can imagine how he felt. Mr. Gold- 
smith did all he could to soothe him by saying the Crea- 
tor had given all of his creatures two eyes, so if they met 



230 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

with; the loss of one, they could still see and get along. 
Worse things could happen to a little dog than losing an 
eye. The terrier was shown his little house and the yard 
where he could play with the other dogs, and was given 
food and water, and it was not long before he became rec- 
onciled to his affliction, because he was so well cared for 
by the humane Samaria Goldsmith. 



The third ring of the hospital door-bell was by a gen- 
tleman who brought an unfortunate Irish setter. He had 
been run over and one of his legs broken. He could hardly 
move, but had to get along on three feet. He followed 
his mistress' carriage. She was making calls. At one place 
he laid down under the carriage, stretching one leg be- 
yond the wheel and fell asleep. When the carriage started, 
no one saw him and he did not awake ; consequently, he 
was run over, and the result was a broken leg. No groan 
came from him, as a full-blooded setter never whines or 
howls when hurt. Very soon after he was injured, the 
police saw him, and were about to put him in the patrol 
wagon to be taken away and killed. When the gentleman 
who took him to the hospital saw what they were do- 
ing, he asked to be allowed to take him to the Goldsmith 
Hospital, which request was granted. He was high-spir- 
ited, as all dogs of his breed are, and it touched the dog's 
pride to be compelled to accept treatment, food and ac- 
commodations from strangers. His broken leg was put 
in splints and made as comfortable as it could be. After 
some days, the gentleman who took him there, called to 
see how he was getting along. The dog recognized him, 
and did many things to show that he appreciated his kind- 
ness in bringing him to such a beautiful home for unfor- 
tunate dogs. 



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XCIX. 
WAMPY, WAMPY ! 

" The chief characteristic of Wampy was his mischievous 
disposition. 

He was never happy unless he was playing tricks of 
some kind on other dogs. Some of his tricks were very 
cruel when paying for rough treatment he had received. 
Wampy was a dog with an excellent memory. He would 
spend hours and days in thinking up a plan or scheme 
by which he could give his enemies some great surprise. 
His great misfortune was, he could not run fast, and 
when any dog wanted to catch him, he had no trouble to 
do it. 

One day three dogs who belonged to his master's 
nearest neighbor were in a field chasing rabbits, and 
didn't come home promptly to dinner. As Wampy was 
passing the dog-house, he noticed their dinner of meat, 
bones and milk, and he decided that it would be a smart 
thing to hide their food. So he carried the milk, meat 
and bones over to his house and strolled into the fields 
to see if the dogs were in sight. But they were not 
there, they were hunting their food. During the search 
they passed Wampy's house, poked their noses in, and 
what should they see, but their food. This was too much 
for them to bear without punishing Wampy as he de- 
served. They agreed to call a meeting of all the dogs 
in the neighborhood, and tell them of Wampy's latest 
crime and decide upon the punishment to be given him. 

After a full discussion of the subject, they unanimously 
agreed to gather on a certain night and watch for him 
at a place he usually visited. They went by dif- 



232 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

ferent paths to the place selected, and very quietly 
not to arouse his suspicions, and arrived at the 
spot without having to wait long before they saw Wampy 
coming up the hill with something in his mouth. They 
could not tell what it was — thought it might be a bone 
he was gnawing, which they intended to take from him. 
There were twenty-five dogs of many kinds, some were 
large ;and some small, but all were eager to jump on 
him, scratch and bite wherever they could get hold of 
him. As soon as they met, the leader gave the signal to 
pounce upon him, when Wampy lighted a box of matches, 
the thing he carried in his mouth, and threw Dhem at 
the dogs, setting all their tails on fire. This created the 
greatest excitement and consternation among them, and 
when their tails began to burn., they jumped into the air 
and rolled on the ground, howled and then all barking 
and making a most fearful noise, they started down the 
hill, zip ! hurrah ! for the village. They looked like 
a flying torchlight procession. 

All the people in the village were startled at 
the noise, and when they opened their doors and 
saw the blazing tails coming down the hill towards 
their houses, they were wild with fear, that they 
might all be burned to death. Everyone ran for a bucket 
of water to throw on the dogs to put out the fire. Near 
the village was a. lake and some of the dogs ran into it 
and put their tails under the water, but most of the dogs 
were minus their tails — at least, all of the hair had been 
burned off — giving them a very bad appearance and mark- 
ing them for life. Well, Wampy's master concluded that 
he was a dangerous dog to own. Some of the burning dogs 
might have run under houses and set them on fire, and all 
the family burned to death and the things in the house been 
destroyed. So he sent word all about that he wanted to 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 233 

sell Wampy. In a few days a man from a distance heard 
of some of Wampy's tricks and thought they were very 
cute, and bought and took him away to his own house. 
Wampy became acquainted with his new surroundings. 
In a short time he took a look at the dogs about there, and 
made up his mind to have a little sport at their expense. 
The first time he took a stroll down the street from his 
master's home, he fastened an American flag about his 
neck and looked quite soldier-like. He walked in a very 
slow and deliberate way, and attracted a great deal of at- 
tention from other dogs. He noticed that they were putting 
their heads together and hobnobbing in a quizzical sort of 
way, wondering what kind of a chap he was and where ho 
hailed from. Wampy returned to his new home, and 
thought he would make the acquaintance of some of the 
dogs and get their confidence before beginning his tricks. 
He was a very fascinating dog in many ways, and it 
was not difficult for him to make a favorable impression 
on new acquaintances. His manner of approaching dogs 
was extremely pleasant, and most any dog would be 
charmed with him. 

Wampy's new home was situated near a email river, 
and noticing a long board about two feet wide lying 
near the bank, he thought to himself that it could 
give him a little amusement if a number of dogs 
were coaxed on, and he would push it out from the bank 
into the stream and then turn it over and spill them into 
the water. So he mentioned to some of the dogs that 
it would be very nice to get on the board and have a 
sail. By a great deal of coaxing and persuasion, he 
got a number of dogs to get on and then pushed the boat 
out and presently it was in the middle of the river glid- 
ing down the stream. When the dogs thought they were 
having a beautiful time, Wampy got on one side of the 



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board and pretended he was falling overboard and turned 
it completely over, throwing every dog' into the water. 
They all started for the shore paddling for life, until they 
reached land, all believing it was an accident. Only 
Wampy knew how it happened and he didn't tell. 




C. 

OLEANDER, THE FLOWEK DOG. 

Close by the Palais Royal and near the Champs Elysees, 
Wandered the flower sellers Oleander and Therese. 

In one of the suburbs of Paris lived a family consist- 
ing of father, mother and a little girl named Theresa. 
Yfhen Theresa was eleven years old, the father died. As 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 235 

they had little money, and the mother was sick a great 
deal of the time, it was a problem with them, what 
to do when the money they had was gone. A few days 
after her father's death, Theresa and her mother were 
talking about their almost helpless condition, and what 
to do to make their living. They had a pretty place, a 
garden with many flowers. They all took pleasure in 
cultivating flowers. Tlhe little girl's mind was full of 
thoughts of one kind and another. She wished she had 
a brother to look out for them, or wished they were rich 
like some of their neighbors, so they wouldn't have to 
trouble themselves as to where the money was to come 
from to buy things with: Then all at once, the idea 
came to her, as they had so many flowers, she could 
gather them and make little bouquets and carry them to 
the city and sell to anybody that would buy. 

The next morning early she went to the garden and 
picked flowers enough to make twenty bouquets to sell at 
fifty centimes (10 cents) each. She started to the city and 
went to a prominent corner, where a great many people 
passed, and before 12 o'clock she had sold all of them. 
How happy she was to think she could help her mothet 
so want would be kept from the door. Theresa did not go 
to Paris alone, but was accompanied by a big dog they had 
by the name of Oleander. It's a queer name for a dog, but 
when he was very small he always laid down under an 
oleander bush that stood on the eastern side of the house, 
where the first glimmering rays of the morning sun greeted 
it and so got his name. At the time when Theresa began 
selling flowers Oleander was two years old and big enough 
to take care of his eleven-year-old mistress. He was always 
with her standing at her side. When Theresa had been 
selling flowers for seven months she was run down bv a 
bicycle, largely through carelessness of her own. The man 



236 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

rang his bell and supposed she would move out of his way, 
but she did not. The accident resulted in breaking her 
right ankle. It was many months before she could resume 
her business of selling flowers ; besides she suffered a great 
deal of pain and had the doctor to pay. But Theresa was 
very bright, and by the time she was made comfortable 
by the doctor putting her ankle in splints, she told her 
mother that a very happy thought had come to her. She 
was going to send Oleander with flowers to the city and at- 
tach a card with the price, 50 centimes, marked on it, 
to a little box on the basket. He knew where to go to 
sell flowers, as he had gone with her every day, and "when 
my customers hear that I have a broken ankle and can- 
not go to the city, they will buy from Oleander just the 
same. When a lady or gentleman purchased a bunch of 
flowers of me, he would give a little soft bark that meant 
thank you/' 

Oleander was taken into the house, where his young mis- 
tress lay in bed. The mother made it known to him that 
Theresa could not take the flowers to the city, and she 
wished him to do it. The basket was fastened to his neck 
and he was off. It seemed many people who were in the habit 
of buying flowers from Theresa read in the morning papers 
that the little flower girl had been run over by a bicycle 
and received a severe hurt. When the people passed the 
corner and saw Oleander standing there with a basket 
of bouquets for sale they bought him out in a very short 
time, and when the last one was taken he started for 
home as fast as his legs would carry him. He was very 
proud of his work. Theresa patted him for a long time 
and gave him food and showed him in every way how 
glad she was that he could take her place in carrying 
the flowers to the city and bringing the money. 



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237 




CI. 



STOEY OF TOWSER AXD LITTLE FEAXCES. 



Towser was a big, clumsy dog arid very awkward, but 
bad lots of good seri.se, and knew more tban any otber 
dog in the region where he lived. Most anything conld 
be taught him. He was the pet of Frances, a beautiful 
girl about eight years old, who began teaching him a great 
many things when she was only seven. Frances was very 
fond of flowers and so was Towser. In the grounds about 
her father's house were flowers of many kinds. Those 
she liked best were the rose, tulip, lily, violet, jessamine, 
lilac, hyacinth, poppy and daisy. Frances decided to 
teach Towser the names of the different flowers, and the 



238 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

way she did, was to take Towser to the flower beds, and 
breaking off a flower tell him the name of it repeating 
it several times. Then going to her seat under a silver 
maple tree, and calling him she would tell him the name 
of the flower she had in her hand, and pointing to where 
the flowers were, put the stem in her mouth and break it off. 
Towser acted as if he understood Frances' wishes, and 
ran to the flower beds and broke off one of the flowers 
and brought it to her. She patted him on the head, 
which meant that he had done what he was told to do 
in a very satisfactory manner. Towser was so very fond of 
the flowers, that he frequently walked about the flower beds, 
and if he saw a fly or insect of any kind on a bud or flower, 
he would touch it with his nose and make it go away. One 
day he saw a bee on a rose, and he went to the bush and 
touched the bee with his nose, when the bee gave him a 
sting that caused his nose to swell and hurt most severely. 
He never forgot the bee and the sting, and ever after- 
wards kept clear of the rose-bush. 

One day Frances took up a sheet of paper that had 
an illustration of a rose and pointing towards the flow- 
ers told him to get a rose for her. He didn't want 
to go and Frances could not understand why he refused 
to get the rose. So she took him to the bush and saw 
a bee sucking honey from it. Towser looked at the bee 
and shook his head. Then Frances understood. 
When she saw his swollen nose, she felt sorry, and 
bathed it with witch hazel to reduce the inflammation 
and pain. He was very grateful for Frances' thoughtful- 
ness in relieving his suffering. 

One of the loveliest things Towser was taught to do was 
to run into the house when it began to rain, for Frances' 
umbrella and bring it to her. He would also go into the 
house for her hat if she left the house without it, and 



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239 



when Frances gathered pear9 or apples, Towser would 
carry the basket for her and never refused to do anything 
he was bidden to do. 




CIL 

SNIP. 

Snip was the name of a little dog that came to live 
with Watch, after he grew up to be very large. Watch 
liked Snip from the first time he saw him, because lit- 
tle Snippy was so nice and well bred. It was only once 
in a while that Watch had to correct him, and seldom 
had to correct him twice for the same offense. Snip was 
given the little mat Watch used to lie on when he was 
young, and before he became so large. When Watch saw 
it again he played with it just as a little girl would play 
with a doll or toy. He would rub little Snip's face and nose 



240 DOGS OF ALL NATIONS 

on it and talk with him in dog language, and, no doubt 
told him that it was his mat when he was small, and how 
many happy days and weeks he had stretched himself upon 
it in the warm sunlight, and how he enjoyed watching the 
moon rise and light up the heavens at night, so he could 
look down the lane and see if any tramps were coming 
towards the house or stable, or in the garden to steal 
berries, or to the orchard to take apples or pears. 

When Snip was a little more than a year old, Watch had 
taught him a great many things. One was to sleep with 
one eye open, so he could see what was going on about 
the house, and when he noticed anything that did not look 
right, he would bark and arouse the man who was in 
charge, and he always got up and looked about to see 
what was the matter. Snip would run towards the ob- 
ject he was barking at, so there was no trouble to find what 
he made the noise for. One of the things he learned 
to do very quickly, was to go after the cows at night if 
they did not come home promptly to be milked. A bell 
was tied about the neck of one of the* cows which would 
dingle every time she moved. This kept the cows together ; 
they would not separate far enough to be beyond hear- 
ing the bell, and it helped Snip and Watch to find them. 
When Watch and Snip were told to go after the cows, 
someone would ring a bell just like the one on the cow and 
point in the direction of the forest through which they 
passed, on their way to the meadows and lake where they 
got grass and water. When the cows did not start for 
home right away, Snip would bark at them and run up 
behind the one that had the bell and give her a little bite 
on the ankle; this always made her start off at a brisk 
walk. 

Snip was also a hunting dog. When Jerold went to shoot 
squirrels for dinner one day, he took Snip with him just 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 241 

for company. After reaching the woods, he ran away from 
Jerold and in -a few moments he was barking up a tree. 
Jerold went to see what Snip was making the 
noise about. Looking up he saw a squirrel on 
a branch; he fired and down came the squirrel. 
Snip ran and picked it up and brought it to his 
master, then he started off to find another squirrel, which 
he did very soon. Ever afterwards he was taken on all 
hunting excursions. When Snip barked up a tree, there 
was sure to be a squirrel, but sometimes a tree had a&hole 
which the squirrel would enter and couldn't be seen. One 
day Snip chased one up such a tree, and a,s the squir- 
rel could not be seen, his master started to go away and 
called Snip to leave the tree, but he would not, and kept 
barking and running up the trunk of the tree as far as 
he could. He knew the squirrel was there but did not know 
about the hole where it had hidden itself. He couldn't un- 
derstand why his master did not shoot the squirrel. One 
day a tree was cut down that had a hole in it where squir- 
rels could hide and it was shown to Snip. He then under- 
stood why his master would leave trees which squirrels 
had run up. Snip had another superior trait. He- would 
never bark unless there was something to bark (over. 
There are dogs that bark at the moon millions of miles dis- 
tant, or at other objects that could not in any way hurt 
them. They often disturb a whole neighborhood at night 
when people want to sleep, and. if there are sick people they 
often get worse, for sick people cannot bear noises of any 
kind, not even if made by boys or girls. 

It's a good plan to teach little puppies to be very quiet, 
and when they grow up, they will have been taught good 
manners and habits which will make it easy for them to 
always behave in a proper way. 



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cm. 

BEIGHT MOON. 

An Arizona dog by the name of Bright Moon, was 
famous in all the country about where his master lived 
and hunted, for many traits that would have done credit 
to a dog brought up in the most civilized portions of the 
United States. He went with his master on long hunt- 
ing trips and rendered great services in many ways. Some- 
times the hunters would) wound a deer and check his speed, 
then Bright Moon would overtake it and often have a se- 
vere fight before overcoming the deer. When he^ con- 
quered, his barking could be heard for miles. It made 
him very happy, for it meant food for his master and 
squaw and little pappoose, and for himself as well. He 
was very fond of the little pappoose. He was often left to 
watch over it while the father was away and the mother 
gone after water. One time they were on a long 



IN PROSE AND RHYME. 243 

journey up the side of a high mountain, and little pap- 
poose was too heavy to be carried by the mother, so they 
tied it on Bright Moon's back and led him along. He didn't 
seem to mind it at all, but he could not understand why 
they put a rope around his neck and led him. This 
was done so he could not run through brush and hurt 
little pappoose, which he might have done, had he come 
across game of any kind. 

When pappoose grew up, she became very fond of Bright 
Moon. He would stay near her when she strayed away from 
the wigwam or in her rambles over the hills in search of 
berries or perhaps to meet her father. Another of Bright 
Moon's accomplishments was gathering leaves and sprigs 
for a fire. He would run about and gather all he could, and 
when the fire was lighted, he would jump and bark to show 
his gladness and joy. There were two bronco horses belong- 
ing to his master. One was a vicious animal, while the other 
was very gentle and affectionate. One day they were be- 
ing fed dry grass which was tied in bundles. Bright Moon 
was taught to carry hay to the horses. He carried a bun- 
dle to the gentle horse, putting it down in front of him, 
but when he took a bundle to the other horse, the vicious 
animal kicked him, hurting him badly. After that Bright 
Moon was made to take grass to the gentle horse only. He 
would go under him and rub against his legs without 
fear, because he was good-natured and kind. 



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